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Christmas Eve ---

by Ruth Sockett

I have not wrapped a present and the paper's disappeared.

The children are hysterical, they just found Santa's beard -

The baby ate a Christmas ball, there's eggnog in my tea

Daddy's chasing mistletoe, he swings from tree to tree.

Susan's changed her mind about the doll that walks and talks -

Now she wants a simple thing, a real live horse that talks.

I just got back my Christmas cards that gave me writer's cramps

I didn't forget a single soul, I just forgot the stamps.

So, Santa, when you do get here and find beneath the tree,

A poor lost soul without a mind, be nice, for it is me!!

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