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Little Minds at Christmas

Cwissmuss is a comin,
My guitar yep! I'll be a stwummmin,
cause ma mama she done left me here,
And Papa, well he ist dwinks lots and lots of beer.

Papa says,  "She won't be back."
As he packs neatly her old back pack,
She told him yesterday I ist might not understand,
cause she's leavin and was arun'n off wifff anudder man.

I tiries a lot to thiks of a funner time,
I'm not a bad kid ya know, I don't fall ta crime,
Well, Papa cried so many nights cause Mama lied,
Oh, mabeee soon my anxiebbbidies will soon subside.

So if'n yur a little feller like me,
Then maybeeee you too can see,
That life ain't always funnnnnier every day,
But well, ma papa says he's here for me to stay...

Well, Santa just can't make it ta my house this year,
Papa says he's oh so sick and has a bad cold, he does fear,
So if'n there's any other kids that thinks there's no Santa when he don't show.
Well if'n you see that Jolly old fellow do say hello, He's benn so sick, too full of woe.


Linda Terrell

Little minds see things in such a different way..
God bless all the children this holiday season.

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