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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539550" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Tale of Christmas Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas Christmastide in Germany,<br>And in the year of 1850,<br>And in the city of Berlin, which is most beautiful to the eye;<br>A poor boy was heard calling out to passers-by. <br>&quot;Who'll buy my pretty figures,&quot; loudly he did cry,<br>Plaster of Paris figures, but no one inclined to buy;<br>His clothes were thin and he was nearly frozen with cold,<br>And wholly starving with hunger, a pitiful sight to behold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the twilight was giving place to the shadows of approaching night,<br>And those who possessed a home were seeking its warmth and light;<br>And the market square was dark and he began to moan,<br>When he thought of his hungry brother and sisters at home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! The poor boy was afraid to go home,<br>Oh, Heaven! hard was his lot, for money he'd none;<br>And the tears coursed down his cheeks while loudly he did cry,<br>&quot;Buy my plaster of Paris figures, oh! please come buy.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was now quite dark while he stood there,<br>And the passers-by did at the poor boy stare,<br>As he stood shivering with cold in the market square;<br>And with the falling snow he was almost frozen to the bone.<br>And what would it avail him standing there alone,<br>Therefore he must make up his mind to return home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he tried to hoist the board and figures on to his head,<br>And for fear of letting the board fall he was in great dread;<br>Then he struggled manfully forward without delay,<br>But alas! He fell on the pavement, oh! horror and dismay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his beautiful figures were broken and scattered around him,<br>And at the sight thereof his eyes grew dim;<br>And when he regained his feet he stood speechless like one bowed down,<br>Then the poor boy did fret and frown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the almost despairing boy cried aloud,<br>And related his distress to the increasing crowd;<br>Oh! What a pitiful sight on a Christmas eve,<br>But the dense crowd didn't the poor boy relieve, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until a poor wood-cutter chanced to come along,<br>And he asked of the crowd what was wrong;<br>And twenty ready tongues tells him the sad tale,<br>And when he heard it the poor boy's fate he did bewail. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he cried, &quot;Here! Something must be done and quickly too,<br>Do you hear! Every blessed soul of you;<br>Come, each one give a few pence to the poor boy,<br>And it will help to fill his heart with joy.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the wood-cutter gave a golden coin away,<br>So the crowd subscribed largely without delay;<br>Which made the poor boy's heart feel gay,<br>Then the wood-cutter thanked the crowd and went away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the poor boy did a large subscription receive,<br>And his brother, mother, and sisters had a happy Christmas eve;<br>And he thanked the crowd and God that to him the money sent,<br>And bade the crowd good-night, then went home content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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And in the year of 1850,
And in the city of Berlin, which is most beautiful to the eye;
A poor boy was heard calling out to passers-by. 
&quot;Who'll buy my pretty figures,&quot; loudly he did cry,
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