Christmas Looked like a chocolate moon.
My first adventure was playing with my Grand
Fathers cigars. I climbed under the piano and
tables and pretended I was smoking.
Christmas looked like a chocolate moon.
When I noticed Aunt Lucy's beautiful
table setting made from beautiful silk
sheet and napkins and every place had
a little place with your name on it.
Christmas looked like a chocolate moon,
This was the crescendo. You see Aunt
Lucy was Grand Father's mistress all his
life. So Aunt Lucy lived in a hotel in Chicago
and never cooked a thing in her life.
After dinner the kids would sack out
and the adults sit and talk. Before we left
all looked out the front door and look at
the stars and Thanked God for a wonderful evening.