Stranger Things

A Christmas tree hung with care,
Even though no one is there,
Watching a lone star on Christmas Eve,
Wondering things they can't concieve.
A fallen angel wonders through the street,
Leaving a trail with his bloody feet.
You open the door and hail to him,
"Come in good sir for the cold is dim."
He smiles but does not stop in his tracks,
He never stops,
Or pauses to look back.
In the morning there is a body found,
The fallen angel frozen to the ground.
He died last night,
The police will say.
A wondering stranger who wondered the wrong way,
So Listen now and listen clear,
If a wondering stranger apears in your street
Do not let him fall at your feet...