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Award winning Black American author Evelyn Allen Johnson has always counted writing among her greatest passions.

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Award winning Black American author Evelyn Allen Johnson has always counted writing among her greatest passions.

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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.
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