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It’s Christmas eve, it’s time to shop,

Though all my shopping’s done.

I’ve bought gifts for my acquaintances,

So now it’s just for fun.

I peep through frosted windows

That reflect the starry sky.

I gaze for pleasure only,

Knowing I can never buy.

Behind the glass it’s warm and bright

And happy people meet,

But I am just outside the light,

Alone in the street.

I see the smiling faces

Eating warm apple pie.

I swallow and repeat:

“I came to look, and not to buy.”

He gets up from the table

And looks out into the night.

Suddenly I stand

In his disapproving sight.

Alone in my apartment,

With my gold coins stacked up high,

I think back through the window:

Things that I could never buy.