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A Friendly Visit by William Merritt Chase

I come in desperation
My pride is in a shamble
To ask you to back off a bit
Is too much of a gamble


He paints you perfect, in his mind
He paints you in my place
He paints you in his dreams at night
On me, he paints your face.


I know he’s asking Santa
To plant you ‘neath a tree
But that, my dear, is on my list –
As the perfect gift from me.