Christmas Letter From Mother
Now that I'm old
I wanna act like a kid
so I'm coming to your house
and do all you once did
I'll climb on the chairs
and stand on the table
and run through the house
as long as I'm able
I'll pull the cat's tail
'til I see tears
then I'll tease the dog
and pull on his ears
When the phone rings
I'll take my cue
that's the time for me
to start talking to you
And when you go
to answer the door
will give me some time
to fool around some more
I'll pull out the drawers
and dump them all out
I won't even listen
when I hear you shout
When dinner is served
don't expect me to eat
unless you have something
chocolate and sweet
Don't ask me
to say 'table grace'
I'll hold my breath
'til I'm blue on the face
If you buy me a gift
just take it back
I'll play with the box
I'd rather have that
I'll open the presents
under the tree
and lay claim to those
not intended for me
I'll talk about things
you don't want me to say
I'll embarrass you
on this Christmas day
I'll take off my gloves
and throw one away
and have everyone searching
'til the end of the day
When we sing carols
I'll sing off key
Then I'll start crying
If you look at me
I'm gonna pout
and be ugly as can be
so you'll remember
You spent Christmas with me
See you on Christmas
Love,
Mother
Written by: Yolanda Cohen
&
Betty Hill
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