This week's story is a poem abou Christmas.
Where Is My Christmas
List tells the story of that most important thing: the Christmas
List. Can you imagine losing your list? Why, you'd have to start all over.
And maybe you'd have to think about what is really important in your life.
As you're thinking about Christmas, but
sure to keep this poem in mind. And remember the second to the last line!
Read on.
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WHERE IS MY CHRISTMAS LIST?
By
Rick Brown
WHERE IS
MY CHRISTMAS LIST?
I keep misplacing it all the time;
If I recall I was on page 279
of a list of all lists that Santa just shouldn’t miss.
I was just getting started,
It would be such a shame;
If I had to start all over again.
These are the thing I can’t live without
These are the things I always dream about:
a pencil that
does your math for you;
a thing you plug in that
does what you should do;
a computer disk that plays
by itself;
a series of blank books
that sits on your shelf;
clothes you can’t wear;
smelly stuff for your
hair;
a pet that doesn’t care;
twenty-two pairs of boring
underwear.
Dolls and race cars
and bears and handlebars
and gidegts and gadgets
and widgets and wagets
and things I know nothing
about.
The entire contents of
a large toy store,
dumped on my lawn,
inside and out.
Oh, throw in a skyscraper
filled with flypaper
and stuck to each little square inch
is a piece of candy that tastes so dandy
it would make the Statue of Liberty itch.
But that’s not all.
No, there’s so very much more
of which I’d be happy to tell you about
but I certainly wouldn’t want to bore
because these are things that a fellow needs in life,
things he needs and would be extremely nice
if Santa this year would be a good dear
and get on this list right away.
Hey! WHERE’S MY CHRISTMAS LIST?
Isn’t this just fine?
Now I’m up to page 499
of a list that should let old Santa Claus know
where in my neighborhood he should go.
Yo, I’m right here! Come on, Santa, dear.
Load up my house with all of your—what?
He’s just gone by?
He didn’t stop here?
On this deep winter night?
That’s not right.
I’ve been good and
I’ve been kind and
I’ve done the kinds of things
that you’ll find on page 42
of my Christmas List,
if I can just find it here
in this Christmas mess.
WHERE IS MY CHRISTMAS LIST?
I guess maybe I’m asking too much.
Maybe I was in too much of a Christmas rush.
Thinking of only myself
and all these prizes made by a Santa elf.
Heck, I really have all I need right here;
And it’s all contained in this good Christmas cheer.
Think of others as you wish to be thought
because the best Christmas is a Christmas
that can’t be bought.
Merry Christmas.
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