Under the Christmas Tree
Under The Christmas Tree
Under the Christmas tree I set.
Wating for my Christmas gifts.
A car, a truck a bike would be nice.
I ate all the cookies and drank the milk
Better for me than old saint nick.
It's getting really late and I can't wait.
I have to go pee, but I don't want to miss him.
Now that I went I just can't believe gone 5 mins.
He was here and gone.
No truck, no car and no bike.
A sox full of rocks and a note.
It said,"better luck next year you drunk!"
Copyright © Harold Hunt Sr | Year Posted 2014
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