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