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Award winning Black American author Evelyn Allen Johnson has always counted writing among her greatest passions.
Award winning Black American author Evelyn Allen Johnson has always counted writing among her greatest passions.
The Christmass Tree
By: Evelyn A. Johnson
THE
CHRISTMAS TREE
By: Evelyn A. Johnson.
The old lady watched television,
Rocking closer for better vision,
The Commercial brought a toothless chuckle,
As you released her safety buckle.
“Them little dolls, they sure is cute, Wasn’t like that when I was young, shoot! Course I never got one anyway, We was so poor, weren’t no way.
What I always wanted was a train, But all my prayers went in vain, Why, we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree, Now that was sump thin I wanted to see.
When the Spirit of Christmas was in the air, Bright decorations made it like a fair, And Santa downtown in them big stores, We’d tell him our wishes after chores.
The old lady watched television, Rocking closer for better vision, The Commercial brought a toothless chuckle, As you released her safety buckle.
“Them little dolls, they sure is cute, Wasn’t like that when I was young, shoot! Course I never got one anyway, We was so poor, weren’t no way.
What I always wanted was a train, But all my prayers went in vain, Why, we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree, Now that was sump thin I wanted to see.
When the Spirit of Christmas was in the air, Bright decorations made it like a fair, And Santa downtown in them big stores, We’d tell him our wishes after chores.
The old lady watched television, Rocking closer for better vision, The Commercial brought a toothless chuckle, As you released her safety buckle.
“Them little dolls, they sure is cute, Wasn’t like that when I was young, shoot! Course I never got one anyway, We was so poor, weren’t no way.
What I always wanted was a train, But all my prayers went in vain, Why, we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree, Now that was sump thin I wanted to see.
When the Spirit of Christmas was in the air, Bright decorations made it like a fair, And Santa downtown in them big stores, We’d tell him our wishes after chores.
The old lady watched television, Rocking closer for better vision, The Commercial brought a toothless chuckle, As you released her safety buckle.
“Them little dolls, they sure is cute, Wasn’t like that when I was young, shoot! Course I never got one anyway, We was so poor, weren’t no way.
What I always wanted was a train, But all my prayers went in vain, Why, we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree, Now that was sump thin I wanted to see.
When the Spirit of Christmas was in the air, Bright decorations made it like a fair, And Santa downtown in them big stores, We’d tell him our wishes after chores.
“Them little dolls, they sure is cute, Wasn’t like that when I was young, shoot! Course I never got one anyway, We was so poor, weren’t no way.
What I always wanted was a train, But all my prayers went in vain, Why, we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree, Now that was sump thin I wanted to see.
When the Spirit of Christmas was in the air, Bright decorations made it like a fair, And Santa downtown in them big stores, We’d tell him our wishes after chores.
The old lady watched television, Rocking closer for better vision, The Commercial brought a toothless chuckle, As you released her safety buckle.
“Them little dolls, they sure is cute, Wasn’t like that when I was young, shoot! Course I never got one anyway, We was so poor, weren’t no way.
What I always wanted was a train, But all my prayers went in vain, Why, we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree, Now that was sump thin I wanted to see.
When the Spirit of Christmas was in the air, Bright decorations made it like a fair, And Santa downtown in them big stores, We’d tell him our wishes after chores.
The old lady watched television, Rocking closer for better vision, The Commercial brought a toothless chuckle, As you released her safety buckle.
“Them little dolls, they sure is cute, Wasn’t like that when I was young, shoot! Course I never got one anyway, We was so poor, weren’t no way.
What I always wanted was a train, But all my prayers went in vain, Why, we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree, Now that was sump thin I wanted to see.
When the Spirit of Christmas was in the air, Bright decorations made it like a fair, And Santa downtown in them big stores, We’d tell him our wishes after chores.
The old lady watched television, Rocking closer for better vision, The Commercial brought a toothless chuckle, As you released her safety buckle.
“Them little dolls, they sure is cute, Wasn’t like that when I was young, shoot! Course I never got one anyway, We was so poor, weren’t no way.
What I always wanted was a train, But all my prayers went in vain, Why, we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree, Now that was sump thin I wanted to see.
When the Spirit of Christmas was in the air, Bright decorations made it like a fair, And Santa downtown in them big stores, We’d tell him our wishes after chores.
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