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In an old bar somewhere in New York City, the only patrons are a group of old men who have nowhere to spend Christmas Eve. They’ll sit and they’ll drink because they have nothing else to do, until the bartender closes up shop and goes to his own empty, cheerless home. But this night a child enters the bar with news that a young woman is stranded outside in the snow by a pay phone. Who received the greater gift?

In an old city bar
That’s never too far
From the places that gather
The dreams that have been

In the safety of night
With its old neon light
It beckons to strangers
And they always come in

And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The music was low
And the night, Christmas Eve

And here was the danger
Even with strangers
Inside of this night,
It’s easier to believe

Then the door opened wide
And a child came inside
That no one in the bar
Had seen there before

And he asked did we know
That outside in the snow
That someone was lost
Standing outside our door

Then the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze
Through the window and ice
To the corner streetlight

Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was a girl the child said
Could no longer get home

And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The bartender turned
And said, “Not that I care
But how would you know this?”

The child said “I’ve noticed
If one could be home,
They’d be already there”

Then the bartender came out
From behind the bar
And in all of his life
He was never that far
And he did something else
That he thought no one saw

When he took all the cash
From the register draw
Then he followed the child
To the girl across the street

And we watched from the bar
As they started to speak
Then he called for a cab
Then he said “JFK”

Put the girl in the cab
Then the cab drove away
And we saw in his hand
That the cash was all gone
From the light that she had wished upon

If you want to arrange it
This world, you can change it
If we could somehow
Make this Christmas thing last

By helping a neighbor
Or even a stranger
To know who needs help,
You need only just ask
Then he looked for the child
But the child wasn’t there
Just the wind and the snow
Waltzing dreams through the air

So, he walked back inside
Somehow different I think
For the rest of the night
No one paid for a drink

And the cynics will say
That some neighborhood kid
Wandered in on some bums
In the world where they hid

But they weren’t there
So they couldn’t see
By an old neon star
On the night Christmas Eve

When the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
In case you should wonder,
In case you should care

Why we on our own
Never went home
On that night of all nights,
We were already there.

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Matthew 25:40

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