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THE GIFT

Standin’ on the corner
Right in front of my bank.
Tryin’ to bum a quarter.
Smellin’ worse than what he drank.
Greasy hair was tangled.
His coat dirty and torn,
His smile was crooked and mangled,
His eyes, bloodshot and worn
And it was Christmas ( Hallelujah)
It was Christmas (Gloria)

I told him he was disgusting
To look that way In the street
I threw the butt of my Cuban Cigar
In the snow right at his feet.
It was Christmas (Hallelujah)
It was Christmas (Gloria)

He picked up the cigar
Lit it up with a flair,
“This is the only gift I got this year,
“I didn’t even think you cared;
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” (Hallelujah)
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” (Gloria)