Christmas Comes But Once A Year. - Poem by Michael Gale
Christmas comes but once a year...
Holy cow, it's already here-oh dear!
Packages to unwrap b'neath this tree...
Hopefully-less gifts for sis-more gifts for me.
A bb rifle to shoot at squirrels and even at a wandering cat...
While doing such fun, i'll be wearin' my cowboy hat.
I hope that small one wrapped in red...
Is that wrist rocket that i'll shoot with at the postman's head.
Snowballs and egg nog being sipped by the fire...
Is a Christmas memory i'll later tell to my kids,
before they call me a dumb, big fat liar.
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