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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #1252297  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Old fat man
childhood memory of christmas
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Why did Santa pass me by?
I stared at the tree with tears in my eyes.
Every year, I'd see the gifts, kids showed off in school.
Why didn't Santa ever bring me anything cool?
I fact, he never brought me anything at all.
Mommy, why didn't Santa pay us a call?
Well, honey, Santa has a lot of stops.
Occasional he misses a few hops.
Next year, just you wait and see.
Santa will bring something for you and me.
Every Christmas it was always the same.
Eyes full of tears and heart full of pain.
As a child I couldn't understand.
Why I never got a visit from the old fat man.
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