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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.

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