I’d save up all of my extra pennies in a shoebox beneath my bed,
And each night before I went to sleep I’d spend them in my head.
Sometimes I’d spend the whole darned stash on something just for me,
But sometimes I’d imagine myself on a less selfish shopping spree.
When Christmas came I’d take out the box and count whatever I had,
And try to decide how much I could spend on my brothers, mom and dad.
Way back then you’d be surprised what you could get for just a buck,
Coloring books, marbles and puzzles or maybe a toy pick up truck.
My dad would get a tie that could brighten up any room,
And for mom there was always a bottle of Walgreen’s best perfume.
I could buy a gift for each member of my family for just five ninety-eight,
And have enough left over for a Payday bar and go home feeling great.
Then I’d wrap the gifts and label them and put them beneath the tree,
I’d set them all towards the front so they’d see they came from me.
And after they’d opened their gifts and Christmas wishes had all been said,
I’d go upstairs and drop a couple of pennies into the shoebox beneath my bed.