  ON the eve of Christmas, Ready each for bed, And with heart most anxious, Bends each little head, While the prayer was whispered Close to Grandma’s chair. Were the angels bending O’er a sight so fair? “Dear Jesus, please to listen, For Christmas comes to-morrow, And we so much need some dollies, So we needn’t have to borrow! Please have them made of wax, Wiv blue eyes, and pretty curls; And we’ll love you more than ever! We’re your own dear little dirls.” R. double line
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