Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

From the text:

'But my mama and daddy they loved each other and they loved us children, and that Christmas they fought them demons out of hell like avenging angels of the Lord.' He turned back toward the fire and grew very quiet; then he raised his head and looked at us. 'They died that night. Them night men kilt 'em, Some folks tell me I can't remember what happened that
Christmas - I warn't hardly six years old - but I remembers all right. I makes myself remember.