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I had a leopard with soft spotted fur
And a tag that said “Duetsch Gemachter”.
He carried it home after his tour;
With a bow saying, “Love from Daddy”.
My first Christmas gift, something that said,
He loved me, his oldest daughter.
But time went on, and Christmases passed,
And life took its toll, naturally.
My mother complained, “Too many children live here;
One less will surely not matter”.
The lady looked sad, as she reached for my bag,
For my mother had chosen me.
The world fell down and everything changed;
No family, no love, and no laughter.
But I had my leopard with soft spotted fur,
Which once sat under my Christmas tree.
I had proof of his love, with soft spotted fur,
Telling me once, I really did matter.
And no one could take his place in my heart,
For once, my dad had loved me.
DEAR SANTA I HAVE BEEN REALLY GOOD THIS YOU SEE.
PLEASE THIS YEAR I ONLY WANT ONE GIFT FOR ME.
I DONT WANT GAMES,CLOTHES,OR EVEN A TOY.
IF YOU GIVE ME THIS ONE GIFT OH HOW I'LL JUMP FOR JOY.
I HOPE IM NOT ASKING TO MUCH FOR YOU TO DO.
I WILL EVEN GIVE YOU ALL MY TOYS IF YOU WANT ME TO.
MR.SANTA EVERY OTHER WEEK THERES THIS PLACE I HAVE TO GO.
IT MAKES ME SO SAD CLEAR DOWN TO MY LITTLE TOE.
I NEVER WANT TO GO AND THATS SOMETHING MY FAMILY KNOWS.
BUT SOME MAN IN A BLACK DRESS TOLD MY MOM AND ME I MUST GO.
EVERY TIME I GO IN SO VERY VERY SAD.
WHEN I GET BACK HOME IN MY MOMS ARMS IM SO VERY GLAD.
BIRTHDAYS AND HOLIDAYS ARE THE WORST TIME FOR ME.
WHEN IM THERE I CRY CAUSE ITS NOT WHERE I WANT TO BE.
AT THAT PLACE THERE IS NO HAPPINESS OR LOVE.
WHEN I AM THERE I ALLWAYS WISH TO FLY AWAY LIKE A DOVE.
SANTA JUST THIS ONCE CAN YOU HELP ME OUT.
I PROMISE TO BE A GOOD GIRL AND NEVER POUBT.
MY ONLY GIFT I WANT THIS YEAR.
ITS TO NEVER GO BACK BECAUSE I HAVE ALL I NEED RIGHT HERE.
I KNOW YOUR BUSY MAKING GIFTS FOR GIRLS AND BOYS.
IF IT HELPS YOU CAN HAVE ALL OF MY TOYS.
PLEASE SANTA CAN YOU GRANT MY CHRISTMAS WISH?
I WILL EVEN TELL MOMMY TO BAKE COOKIES AND MAKE A BIG DISH.
MR. SANTA THIS YEAR PLEASE DONT LET ME CRY.
I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK TO THAT PLACE AND NOW YOU KNOW WHY.
PLEASE SANTA DONT FORGET IN YOUR BIG RED BAG.
MY CHRISTMAS WISH NOT TO GO BACK TO MY DAD.
I KNOW YOUR BUSY SO I WILL LET YOU GO.
I CANT WAIT FOR THE BIG DAY WHEN I HEAR HO HO HO.
PS. THANK YOU SANTA.
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A very special treat when I was a lad,
Was going to J C Penneys with my Mom and Dad,
To visit Santa sitting upon his elegant throne,
Hoping my youthful follies with him I could atone!
I'd been warned by Mom throughout the year,
That if I behaved I would have nothing to fear,
Because somehow Santa knew if I'd been bad or good;
If good, toys beneath the tree was a likelihood!
So with fingers crossed I hopped up on his knees,
To make known to him my youthful pleas.
After hearty ho-hoing he got around to asking me,
What I wanted him to leave beneath the Christmas tree.
I gave him my list and he said, "I can't guarantee,
But I'll do my best if you will promise me,
To leave a snack other than cookies and milk,
Like salami and cheese or vittles of that ilk!"
I was a nervous wreck, my angst hard to conceal,
Wondering if Santa would stick to his end of the deal.
There were heaps of toys when I awoke on Christmas dawn,
And mysteriously, all the salami and cheese was gone!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)