Christmas Gifts

Him: I chose to sell my last possession A pocket watch my father gave me To buy my love a gold comb She has the fairest hair of gold But lacks just a comb I will let go of this watch For her to own a comb Her: I chose to cut off my long hair, My only beauty and pride That i have kept since alpha To buy my love a gold watch chain So that he can wear it in his neck And smile like the village chief Him: Honey I bought for you a gold comb Its the best i could afford I sold my watch To get money to buy this And now Here it is Her: Sweetie I bought you a gold watch chain Its the best I could afford I cut off my hair And sold it to the barber down street To buy you this gold watch chain For you my only love They all lost the last thing they treasured For the most thing they desired To show love On Christmas That they so much cared