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
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