Christmas Back then
When i was young and the Christmas bell would ring
The tree would be put up and all gather around
A big meal was prepared and gifts were wrapped they all sat and sang
The gifts wrapped in news paper and laid side by side
The snow would blow wind was hard
And i would go out side and hide
See boys didn’t get anything for Christmas
It wasn’t my dads will
It was my part to go outside until they had their fill
I got the coal for the fire to make warm
Carry it in chock up the fire
And back out so as to cause no harm
I would watch through the windows where no one could see
While they all laughed and loved
They seemed so happy so in place as they laughed they never thought of me
I made my mind up to make it different when i grew old
My children would have fun with Santa in hand
They would laugh and have fun stand and be bold
Now don’t get me wrong i dont hate my dad for playing that card
See he done what he thought right
He just wanted his boy to grow up and be hard
I never got a toy just a hammer to break coal
Never a sweet bread or a cake
It was my way to pay my toll
Now if it wernt for aunt Rosie sweet as she was
I wouldnt have gotten anything
She sneaked me a toy gun one year i had to hide so as to not cause a buzz
Istill have the toy mounted on the wall
Just an old cap gun
I never got anything else but it thats all
I was 28 years old before i gave my first gift
A small Teddy bear to my mom
And even at that it caused a big fift
But all is good hell i give today
Something here something there
And to whom i give only i can say
Still today i go outside when the presents are under the tree
See god is out there and he holds my hand
Ohhh i get gifts and give some too but best of all i feel free
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