A Daddy's Christmas
Christmas cards and credit cards
and lists of much to plenty.
It's choking Daddy half to death.
They think I'm made of money.
Give me this and I want that.
It's more than I can do.
All the money in the world
is never enough to suit.
So I'll tell you what I'm gonna do!
Just You Mark My Words!
I'll bow my head
shut my mouth
and go quietly back to work.
Copyright © Freeland Browning | Year Posted 2022
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