The night was bright and bitter, nearly 40 below
They drove along the winding roads of
A mother and two children , out there in the cold
On the road at
Christmas,
all alone
People out of money, a family out of dreams
Leaving home at
Christmas
sometimes life can be so mean
She tells the kids there won’t be any gifts for them this year
The only things they’ll get this year are tears
There’s no Santa Claus for poor kids
There’s no stockings in the hall
No Christmas trees to decorate
With gold and silver balls
Not much hope left when you’re at the point
Of nothing left at all
No Santa Claus for poor kids
When your back’s against the wall
Outside an old farmhouse, the car finally broke down
She cried softly to herself as the kids gathered around
They knocked upon the door and soon it opened wide
And a little old man invited them inside
He listened to their story and then gave them such a smile
He said I’m all alone and you can stay here for awhile
He fed them a good hot supper and sent them off to bed
As she gave her thanks the mother softly said
chorus
They woke up in the morning, and walked down the stairs
There was food upon the table but the old man wasn’t there
Two stockings under a little tree and a $50
bill
And a note that said “I fixed your car - use this as you will”
All this happened long ago but she remembers it today
Things are so much better now than on that Christmas day
And she’s written to that little man her thanks for what he done
The letters came back unopened every one