This section is a Christmas tree: Loaded with pretty toys for you. Behold the blocks, the Noah`s arks, The popguns painted red and blue. No solemn pine-cone forest-fruit, But silver horns and candy sacks And many little tinsel hearts And cherubs pink, and jumping-jacks. For every child a gift, I hope. The doll upon the topmost bough Is mine. But all the rest are yours. And I will light the candles now.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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