By ten A. M. the presents had all been opened
and breakfast had been served,
But there was still one more tradition of the holiday
that needed to be observed.
Every kid on the block had to meet outside
to see what gifts each one got.
Did they get the bike that they had wanted
did they get the mechanized robot?
What’d ya git? Was the question asked
while trying just to see,
Did they each find their heart’s desire
underneath their Christmas tree?
Tamera got an Easy Bake oven
for Tony a basketball,
Tina got a baby doll that cries
But listen that’s not all.
Matt got a GI Joe with a Jeep
and lots of army stuff,
Then he got an entire Hot Wheels set
and that should be enough.
But then he got a chemistry set
and a radio that runs by transistor,
And that’s not even counting the loot
that Santa brought to his older sister.
Why is it that Santa would bring so much
to the rich kids on the block?
Evidently the redistribution of wealth
was an ideology in which Santa took little stock.
Then we all had to go back inside our homes
because the grandparents were on their way,
But we had already broken the GI Joe
And set his Jeep on fire anyway.
After I read this one I thought that it sounded kind of mean. The names and cases here in this poem are factual. It was Matt's idea to blow up his GI Joe and set fire to his Jeep not ours. Ah, rich kids.