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THE WORST CHRISTMAS PRESENT.
We had bought a new house and were settling in, Then Christmas sneaked up 'fore we knew it. What to buy each other? We were in a spin, And only one week left to do it! The man of the house did his shopping first, I was hoping for diamonds or cologne. "Don't go near the tool shed", he warned with a grin. So that's just what I did when alone. The shock and the horror that faced me in there! Tied up with pink ribbon, and a note - "I thought you might like this, oh love of my life", On the card with the lawn mower, he wrote! As quick as a flash, I went to the store, I'd show I could be just as mean. I inspected the goods that were on display, And bought the loveliest sewing machine! This story's not fiction, it's a fact - I declare, It did happen just like this. It's true! Every year after, I got perfume and such, He got books on dress styles that were new!
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