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Edgar Guest - Christmas Eve
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BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled Face,
Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the place,
You Pessimist, depart!
Now, Gloomy Gus and Doleful Frown,
There is no room for you in town,
Nor Bitter Ache and Smart;
Childhood tonight is King of Earth,
Make room for Laughter and for Mirth!

Step down a moment, Out-for-Fame,
Hard-headed business man, the same,
And You, who won`t believe;
Move on now, Lust-for-Gold, make way
For Innocence and Youth and Play,
For this is Christmas Eve; 
Bowed-down-by-Care, make room, make room, 
Let little ones dispel the gloom.

Soured-on-the-World, you`ve had your fling, 
You`ve been a failure as a King,
Your reign at last is done.
And you, grim prophet of Despair,
Who view no thing on earth as fair,
Make way tonight for Fun;
Your citadels are overthrown,
Tonight Youth comes unto the throne.

Envy and Hate and Haughty Pride,
`T is time for you to turn aside,
Let Love and Childhood pass;
The night of nights has come once more,
E`en Sorrow journeys from the door,
Come, little boy and lass,
The world is yours, ascend the throne,
Your subjects we, and yours alone.
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