When I Mixed With The Shoppers And Fought In Vain To Get What I Sought, In The Christmas Rush; When They Stood On My Toes In The Crowded Train, Or Dented My Ribs In The Sidewalk Crush, I Dropped My Manners And Snarled And Swore, And Thought: "It's A Bothersome, Beastly Bore!" But When, At The Christmas Dawn, They Brought My Kid To The Room Where His Things Were Piled, And When, From My Vantage Point, I Caught The Look On His Face, I Murmured: "Child, Your Dad Was A Fool When He Snarled And Swore, And Called It A Bothersome, Beastly Bore."