Why Am I On Da Naughty List
On the day of Christmas Eve,
of which I was only three,
my mommy and daddy told me
Santa'd leave presents under the tree!
Sure enough, there were presents there,
but none of them were for me!
All of them were for my brother and sis,
like an XBox, a makeup kit, and even panties!
And I really tried hard to be good that year!
Yet I still got absolutely nothing!
So how do you expect me to believe in Santa
if he didn't give me anything?!?
Copyright © Jacob Cra | Year Posted 2012
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