Grandma Dyed Her Hair Bright Green
Grandma loved the Christmas scene
She even dyed her hair bright green
And though her bones did surely ache
She somehow found the strength to bake
Her cookies, sweets and cakes of fruit
Had left them all in hot pursuit
When Grandma left one fateful day
Without a word, as one would say
Christmas would not be the same
Did they have themselves to blame?
Cleaning, baking, decorating
Took its toll, there’s no debating
Where could she have gone and why?
and leaving not a single pie!
What, no tree of glittered light!
Their poor house, oh, what a sight!
Maybe they could clean and bake
If some effort they would take
Grandma would come back to see
All her presents , ‘neath the tree
But to find her, where to look
A reindeer run down like the book?
No, a friend had seen her hair!
A bright green glow just sitting there
Grandma was in a saloon!
Holding her big baking spoon
Knocking back drinks, one by one
When they found her, on the run!
Come back Grandma, they implored
Brought her home as Grandma snored
Waking to find Christmas cheer
Lessons learned for the new year!
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