~ A Christmas Morning ~

It was on this Christmas morning,
we were sitting in the den.
There came a knock upon the door,
hollered, "It's open, do come in."

Door didn't open, not one came in;
went to see who it could be.
Was a baby wrapped in a blanket,
and he was smiling up at me.

Found a note attached that said,
"Please watch over my dear son.
Have given him the name of Jesus;
must not see me use this gun."

Took him in gave him warm milk;
he soon was off to sleep.
Kept checking to see if he was alright,
for we never heard a peep.

Later heard that a woman died;
had killed herself with a gun.
That's the day we took Jesus in,
would raise him as a son.

Made his living as a carpenter,
like our God in Heaven's Son.
Mother would be so proud of him,
Had she thrown away the gun.