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One dollar and eighty-seven cents, that was all
And sixty cents of it was in pennies 
Pennies saved one and two at a time 
By bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher 
Until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony 
One dollar and eighty- seven cents 
And the next day would be Christmas

Christmas would be different
From the previous years
My dear baby Suzy would not get that new toy
That baby doll she thought looked so much like herself
My boy Tommy would not get the new train set
That we would set up around the Christmas tree
That the cat would try to catch with his paw
My lovely Julia would not get that diamond ring
She's been hoping for
The best I can do this Christmas 
Is prepare a feast of bread and soup
With my one dollar and eighty-seven cents

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