Twas the nigh before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of
Plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney
With presents to give,
And to see just who
In this home did live.
I looked all about,
A strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, No presents,
Not even a tree,
No stocking by mantle,
Just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures
Off far distant lands.
With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds,
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