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<h2 id="id00165" style="margin-top: 4em">WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES</h2>
<p id="id00166">For thee, my small one—trinkets and new toys,<br/>
The wine of life and all its keenest joys,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/>
For me, the broken playthings of the past<br/>
That in my folded hands I still hold fast,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/></p>
<p id="id00167">For thee, fair hopes of all that yet may be,<br/>
And tender dreams of sweetest mystery,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/>
For thee, the future in a golden haze,<br/>
For me, the memory of some bygone days,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/></p>
<p id="id00168">For thee, the things that lightly come and go,<br/>
For thee, the holly and the mistletoe,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/>
For me, the smiles that are akin to tears,<br/>
For me, the frost and snows of many years,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/></p>
<p id="id00169">For thee, the twinkling candles bright and gay,<br/>
For me, the purple shadows and the grey,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/>
For thee, the friends that greet thee at the door,<br/>
For me, the faces I shall see no more,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/></p>
<p id="id00170">But ah, for both of us the mystic star<br/>
That leadeth back to Bethlehem afar,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/>
For both of us the child they saw of old,<br/>
That evermore his mother's arms enfold,<br/>
When Christmas comes.<br/></p>
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