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PRINGE TRIP

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Christmas at Callen de Ho, a time to be with loved ones, and to give them presents, lots

of presents, if you're one of the calendars.

A special gift for me would be to spend it with my mother Ida and better from Sheila,

but I just work in far away and Sheila's suffering in the workhouse.

But I still have Lizzie, Gideon and my other friends, and this was no ordinary Christmas.

Quick, quick, the tree is here, Christmas is drawing near, no time to stand and dream,

so many things so clear, gifts for us.

We'll be working till our hands are more, who is Christmas free for?

It's Christmas, so much what to do, it's Christmas, so do we're excited too.

That's time for everyone, with Christmas candles sun, all blazing fires, more is Christmas,

Christmas time, yes, Christmas, Christmas time once more.

Watch the dust away, then sweep the floors again, shine up the silverware, there's boxes

everywhere.

It's a hard life here, any time of year, no fun, just cause Christmas time has come.

It's Christmas, I think of item time, it's Christmas, and Sheila won her own.

That's time for everyone, with Christmas candles sun, all blazing fires, more is Christmas, Christmas, Christmas time once more.

Tin soldiers marching, o' clockwork, just full of toffee, I've been in top in hobby holes, pop it in dolls,

and sugar mice and chocolate.

Christmas and family, so very dear to me, can't find that kind of gift, beneath the Christmas tree.

I hope your dreams come true, may this Christmas shine like you do.

I love Christmas just like you.

It's Christmas, so much what to do, it's Christmas, but we're excited too.

It's time for everyone, with Christmas candles sun, all blazing fires, more is Christmas, Christmas time, it's Christmas, Christmas time, it's Christmas time once more.

Christmas time once everything perfect for Mr. Callender to return.

Yes, and I thought I didn't even get the day off, I won't see you either, it's not fair.

Do you mind?

What?

They're not for you, they're for Mrs. Callender's charitable mission.

Yes, Hetty, to help feed the poor children.

Three dozen fruit scones and half tonne a minute's five out of bakes.

If we haven't got enough to do, so keep your filthy mitts off.

Your mitts piers aren't as good as she is anyway.

Oh, Sheila, the perfect cook. Well, Sheila's not here.

Yeah, and she should be.

She lives in the workhouse.

I'm going to ask Mrs. Callender again, to give Sheila a job back.

It's not up to you, Hetty.

It didn't work before.

It wasn't Christmas before.

Postcard from Austria.

Permanently.

I'm sure she's having a wonderful time with her friends.

Dear, Edward, and Constance.

A postcard from Eddy.

Oh, there's nothing to post in the brush.

Is everything all right, Rosamind?

It's George.

He won't make it home from New York in time for Christmas.

Does business come before family?

Mother and mother!

What is it, Constance?

Yeah, it's a present from under the tree.

Just a little one.

Tomorrow, Constance. Tomorrow.