Christmas Poem
Little boys with tinker toys.
And bee-bee guns that make load noise.
They play all day with Tonka trucks.
They collect sticks and wear mukluks.
They stomp and play in the mud all day.
Those little boys and there muddy toys.
They’ll sleep cozy and tight on Christmas night.
Knowing Santa Clause and Rudolph too.
Will stuff those present down the flue.
Christmas morning will be merry and bright.
Because Santa Clause was here last night.
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