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Let me tell you a story that is often told
in the great Celestial hall,
All about an angel just 4 years old,
The Littlest Angel of all.

How all day he would play with a little box
that to others had no worth,
Ah, but there were treasures in that little box,
The treasures he'd brought from earth.

Just a butterfly with golden wings,
A little piece of a hollow log,
Two shiny stones from a river bank,
and the worn-out strap of his faithful dog

Then the angels all heard that the Holy Child
would be born in Bethlem,
and they all brought presents to the Holy Child
and each gift was a heavenly gem.

The Littlest Angel gave his little box
with the presents fine and rare,
then the Littlest Angel sat alone and cried,
for his gift was so meager and bare.

But the Lord chose the gift of the little box
That a child had blessed with love,
and it started glowing that very night,
It became The Star up above.

When you see that star as it shines on high,
in the great celestial hall,
You will know the proudest angel in the sky,
is The Littlest Angel of all.

With his butterfly with golden wings,
A little piece of a hollow log,
Two shiny stones from a river bank,
and the worn-out strap of his faithful dog.