I am not going to be chased by sorrow.
Because I find I can not borrow money,
To produce gifts.
I am not going to lay in deep depression,
Because some one expects me...
To deliver to them their Christmas wish.
And I'm on a fixed income.
Enjoying my basic life!
With a bowl of grits.
That's right.
God and Jesus will forgive me,
I'm sure!
But this year,
The greed that expects for me to feed it...
Can stay clear away from my door.
With expectations I will ignore!
I ain't got it like that!
And ain't trying to get to give it either!
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