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 Oh, we have shipped his Christmas box, with ribbons red ’tis tied, And he shall find the things he likes from them he loves inside, But he must miss the kisses true and all the laughter gay And he must miss the smiles of home upon his Christmas Day.

He’ll spend his Christmas ’neath the flag; he’ll miss each merry face, Old Glory smiling down on him must take his mother’s place, Yet in the Christmas box we’ve sent, in fancy he will find The laughter and the tears of joy that he has left behind.

His mother’s tenderness is there, his father’s kindly way, And all that went last year to make his merry Christmas Day;