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Dear boy, was the way that the mother began
A letter she'd wrote on with trembling hand;
To say that the trees are now covered with snow,
And Christmas is not far away.
Her thoughts were much more than the words on the lines,
Of happiness shared many past Christmas times;
Are you coming for Christmas I'm anxious to know.
That's all that she wrote for to say.
I've only one wish for Christmas,
Only one gift that I want to receive;
Only one wish for Christmas,
Just you be here to spend it with me.
Her words brought the loveliest pictures to mind,
Of laughter and love never fading with time;
But a promise he made to his mother he'd keep,
To spend every Christmas at home.
He saw how her hand on the letter he read,
Was not now as strong as it was Christmases past;
But he made her smile on her face brighter yet,
His words he wrote back in reply.
I've only one wish for Christmas,
Only this gift that I want you to have;
Only one wish for Christmas,
That I'll be home to spend it with you.
I've only one wish for Christmas,
Just one gift to give like you wanted me to;
Only one wish for Christmas,
That I'll be home to spend it with you.
Only one wish for Christmas,
That I'll be home to spend it with you.
