A man is at his
finest towards the finish of the year;
He is almost
what he should be when the Christmas season's here.
Then he's
thinking more of others than
he's thought the
months before,
And the laughter
of his children is a joy
worth toiling
for.
He is less a
selfish creature than at any
other time;
When the
Christmas spirit rules him, he
comes close to
the sublime.
Edgar Guest
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