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It happened one day at December's end
Two neighbors called on an old time friend
And they found his shop so meager and lean
Made gay with thousand bows of green

And Old Conrad was sitting with face a shine
When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine
And he said, "My friends, at dawn today
When the cock was crowing the night away
The Lord appeared in a dream to me"
And He said, "I'm coming your guest to be"

"So I've been busy with feet astir
Strewing my shop with branches of fir
The table is spread and the kettle is shined
And over the rafters the holly is twined"

And now I'll wait for my Lord to appear
And listen closely so I will hear
His step as He nears my humble place
And I'll open the door and I'll look on His face

Then his friends went home and left Conrad alone
For this was the happiest day he had known
For long since, his family had passed away
And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day

But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas Guest
This Christmas would be the dearest and best
So he listened with only joy in his heart
And with every sound he would rise with a start

And look for the Lord to be at his door
Like the vision that he had had a few hours before
So he ran to the window after hearing a sound
But all he could see on the snow covered ground
Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn

But Old Conrad was touched and he went to the door
And he said, "Your feet must be cold and sore
I have some shoes in my shop for you
And a coat that will keep you warmer too"

So with grateful heart the man went away
But Conrad noticed the time of day
And wondered what made the dear Lord so late
And how much longer he'd have to wait

Then he heard another knock and he ran to the door
But it was only a stranger once more
A bent old lady with a shawl of black
And a bundle of kindling piled on her back

But she asked only for a place to rest
A place that was reserved for Conrad's great Guest
But her voice seemed to plead, "Don't send me away
Let me rest for a-while, it's Christmas Day"

So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup
And told her to sit at the table and sup
And after she had left, he was filled with dismay
For he saw that the hours were slipping away

And the Lord had not come as He said He would
And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood
When out of the stillness he heard a cry
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