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COUNT my treasures o'er with care,

The little toy my darling knew,

A little sock of faded hue,

A little lock of golden hair.

Long years ago this holy time,

My little one—my all to me—

Sat robed in white upon my knee,

And heard the merry Christmas chime.

"Tell me, my little golden-head,

If Santa Claus should come to-night,

What shall he bring my baby bright,—

What treasure for my boy?" I said.

And then he named this little toy,

While in his round and mournful eyes

There came a look of sweet surprise,

That spake his quiet, trustful joy.