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 He’ll see once more his sister’s smile, he’ll hear the baby shout, And as he opens every gift we’ll gather round about.

He cannot come to share with us the joys of Christmas Day; The flag has called to him, and he is serving far away. Undaunted, unafraid, and fine he stands to duty grim, And so this Christmas we have tried to ship ourselves to him.