Poor Christmas

One dollar and eighty-seven cents, that was all And sixty cents of it was in pennies Pennies saved one and two at a time By bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher Until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony One dollar and eighty- seven cents And the next day would be Christmas Christmas would be different From the previous years My dear baby Suzy would not get that new toy That baby doll she thought looked so much like herself My boy Tommy would not get the new train set That we would set up around the Christmas tree That the cat would try to catch with his paw My lovely Julia would not get that diamond ring She's been hoping for The best I can do this Christmas Is prepare a feast of bread and soup With my one dollar and eighty-seven cents