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For all who grieve at Christmas,
this poem is offered.
.
.
TO YOU AT CHRISTMAS
.
If I could do whate'er I want to
do
To make complete your gladsome Christmas-Day,
I would not bring a single thing
to you,
But I would come and take some things
away.
I'd take away all trouble from your
heart,
Each pain and sorrow I would have
relieved;
And every word that caused a single
smart,
And every hour through which you
sadly
grieved.
I'd have them all begone - forever
gone
Forgotten like the things that cannot
be
And then each hour would be a joyful
one
For only good things would be left,
you see
Now that is what I'd really like
to do,
If I could do the things I wish for
you.
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