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                        First Christmas
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                     Stan Rogers http://www.new-dating.com/search.php 
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                    This day a year ago, he was rolling in the snow
  
With a younger brother in his father's yard
  
Christmas break, a time for touching home,
  
the heart of all he'd known
  
And leaving was so hard
  
  
Three thousand miles away,
  
now he's working Christmas Day
  
Making double time for the minding of the store
  
Well he always said, he'd make it on his own
  
He's spending Christmas Eve alone
  
First Christmas away from home
  
  
She's standing by the train station,
  
pan-handling for change
  
Four more dollars buys a decent meal and a room
  
Looks like the Sally Ann place after all,
  
in a crowded sleeping hall
  
That echoes like a tomb
  
  
But it's warm and clean and free,
  
and there are worse places to be
  
At least it means no beating from her Dad
  
And if she cries because it's Christmas Day
  
She hopes that it won't show
  
First Christmas away from home
  
  
In the apartment stands a tree,
  
and it looks so small and bare
  
Not like it was meant to be,
  
Golden angel on the top
  
It's not that same old silver star,
  
you wanted for your own
  
First Christmas away from home
  
  
In the morning, they get prayers,
  
then it's crafts and tea downstairs
  
Then another meal back in his little room
  
Hoping maybe that "the boys"
  
will think to phone before the day is gone
  
Well, it's best they do it soon
  
  
When the "old girl" passed away,
  
he fell apart more every day
  
Each had always kept the other pretty well
  
But the kids all said the nursing home was best
  
Cause he couldn't live alone
  
First Christmas away from home
  
  
In the common room they've got the biggest tree
  
And it's huge and cold and lifeless
  
Not like it ought to be,
  
and the lit-up flashing Santa Claus on top
  
It's not that same old silver star,
  
you once made for your own
  
First Christmas away from home
  
 
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