A Christmas Story
This memory of mine
Reminds me of a movie
A time when little mattered
It was so groovy
When I was a boy
Christmas time was the buzz
I unwrapped many gifts
About twelve I was
When I was all finished
Thought I was done
My dad pointed behind a cabinet
Was he doing this for fun?
I walked over to it
And pulled out my last gift
Wondering what it was
I started to open it in a swift
Finished opening the present
And you'll never guess what I saw
A Red Ryder bb gun
I just sat there in awe
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