It was on such a Christmas Eve night that while cleaning up after a family meal, a knock sounded at the front door of my mother's aunt's house. My mother and a young cousin went to see who it was. A strange, disheveled fellow stood upon the porch, barely dressed in enough warm clothing for the snowy night. He asked if perhaps their family would be able to spare some food for him. The children ran to their mothers who were washing dishes from the evening meal, explaining about the man and his odd request.
My aunt packed a bag of food for him, knowing she was perhaps giving away some of the meal they could have had themselves in the upcoming days. But they had big hearts, these poor Italian people and would give the last of what they had to help another.
The stranger left after he took the package of food from my great-aunt, and the women folk went back to the kitchen to finish washing dishes.
My mother and her young cousin were very curious where such a person would go on such a cold, snowy night. But as they went out onto the front porch and looked in every direction, the man was nowhere to be seen. The strangest part was, there wasn't one footprint in the snow which had fallen earlier, not one.
They talked about this for years in our family of the strange Christmas Eve visitor. This story has been handed down several generations now with always the same outcome. None of us have ever questioned that it really happened. And we all are pretty sure who the visitor might have been...
Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13:2
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