Christmas Car
I was seventeen, and in my senior year.
I got a Christmas gift from my old man dear.
I was able to drive after I got my license.
This was my first car. I’ve had many others since.
It was a Falcon model car made by Ford.
This must have been just about all he could afford.
A discard from the Bell Telephone Company,
this car was not very much to see.
It was a stripped-down model with a three-speed stick.
Getting started in the morning sometimes took a trick.
It was transportation that got me anywhere.
I delivered pizzas with it here and there.
I think about back then, and I consider it funny.
The car got me my first job to earn money.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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