Each Christmas I had wanted
& now had finally got
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How you take a three barred electric stove......and transform those toys into a bluebrownyellowgreen mass is a pure joy to behold.....and brings to mind many Christmas memories for me as well...Of course, back then, the cowboys always won against the evil indians...except for Tonto, Kemo Sabe...Trusted Indian Companion that he was! ! This is just wonderful writing and I loved every word and memory...
Donall this is just great storytelling. Clever and witty mixing of the real and fantasty world of the child...'not a toy left alive' made me laugh and you 'the sole human survivor' Touching and tender and funny and clever. Great poem! YEAH, NEXT YEAR made me smile and understand my little brother(back then) a little better now...so that was what he was up to! The mind of boys...who can understand them! And THE LAST OF THE DONALL DONALLS I see now has completed the sequence for you so that all your Christmas poems are together. I like all these aspects of you and how the child's mind unfolds and blossoms with each happening. Love the lot of them but can't keep up with you moving them around! love to a Donall Donall from the Dee Dee