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Dentures, Christmas Songs and Wishes

I went to the dentist yesterday (December 9, 2008) and he pulled the remaining six teeth in my upper jaw. When I was setting in the chair, I started to laugh and the dentist wanted to know what I was funny. I was laughing because I remember a Christmas song from my youth.

The title of the song is “All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth”. So naturally, I had to look up the song on the Internet. Don Gardner wrote the lyrics and words. The first publication of the song was 1946, the year I was born, which makes the song about my age, very appropriate that I should remember the song while sitting in the dentist chair. I should also mention that the song mentions my birthday, Christmas Eve, in the lyrics.

All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth: Lyrics
http://www.carols.org.uk/all_i_want_for_christmas_is_my_two_front_teeth.htm

Every body Pauses and stares at me
These two teeth are gone as you can see
I don't know just who to blame for this catastrophe!
But my one wish on Christmas Eve is as plain as it can be!

All I want for Christmas
is my two front teeth,
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth!

Gee, if I could only
have my two front teeth,
then I could wish you
"Merry Christmas."

It seems so long since I could say,
"Sister Susie sitting on a thistle!"
Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be,
if I could only whistle (thhhh, thhhh)

All I want for Christmas
is my two front teeth,
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth.

Gee, if I could only
have my two front teeth,
then I could wish you
"Merry Christmas!"
Don Gardner

Since a number of people besides British comedian Dora Bryan have parodied this song, I’m not going to attempt a parody at this time. Rather I’m going to include my own dentures poem.

My Christmas Eve Wish

I longed for a new set of teeth,
choppers created specifically for me.

I wanted a new set of pearly whites
to enhance my sixty some years of acquired wisdom.

I wanted ivories to complement my complexion,
fangs unmarked by the stains
left by of year low self-esteem
and fear of self-knowledge.

My tongue caresses the smooth surface
of my new upper plate,
and I can hardly wait
until my gums heal
so that the remaining four and a half teeth
in my lower jaw are extracted
and my new bridgework is complete.

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