Chiristmas Isn'T Always As Good As They Say
Christmas isn't always as good as they say
One year it was too warm to be white
I had a cold that lasted 3 days
and my sister and I got in a fight
At dinner my dad sneezed out his blue glass eye
He tried to catch it, but it was too late
It flew all the way across the table
and landed in my sisters plate
She squealed, jumped up and spilled her tea
and ruined my new lime green Polk-a-dot sweater
Christmas isn't always as good as they say
Sometimes it's even better!
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