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Christmas Dinner
And it came to
pass on a
Christmas
evening
While all the
doors were
shuttered tight
Outside
standing, lonely
boy-child
Cold and
shivering in the
night
On the street,
every window
Save but one,
was gleaming
bright
And to this
window walked
the boy-child
Peeking in saw,
candle light
Through other
windows he had
looked at
turkeys
Ducks and geese,
cherry pies
But through this
window saw a
grey-haired lady
Table bare and
tears in her
eyes
Into his coat
reached the
boy-child
Knowing well
there was little
there
He took from his
pocket,
his own
Christmas dinner
A bit of cheese,
some bread to
share
His outstretched
hands
held the food
and they
trembled
As the door, it
opened wide
Said he, Would
you share with
me Christmas
dinner
Gently said she,
Come inside
The grey-haired
lady brought
forth to the
table
Glasses two and
her last drop of
wine
Said she, Here's
a toast to
everyone's
Christmas
and especially,
yours and mine
And it came to
pass on that
Christmas
evening
While all the
doors were
shuttered tight
That in that
town, the
happiest
Christmas
Was shared by
candle light
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