What
more would I like for Christmas?
Quite carelessly you ask;
This
picking out of presents
Is something of a task.
There
is so much of beauty,
So many wondrous things;
Yet
round one simple picture
My fondest mem’ry clings.
My
answer e’er is ready,
Of all the joys I know
I’d
rather have her presence
Beneath the mistletoe.
Sept.
29, ‘08
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