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| Christmas time
is here again
Christmas time is here, I never knew it was so near, My uncles and aunts, Give me new pants, And if there drunk they ask me to do a dance. That's the one thing I fear, When Christmas is near, And they ask me to do a dance, With my new pants. |
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a fright at christmas IT ALL STARTED WHEN MY AUNT CAME TO VISIT. I DIDN'T LIKE HER AT ALLBUT MY MOTHER SAID TO BE NICE TO HER. WHEN SHE CAME SHE HAD A BIG PACKAGE WITH HER. SHE GAVE IT TO ME. OF COURSE I DIDN'T THANK HER AS SHE WAS AS UGLY AS EVER. I OPENED THE PRESENT AND SAW IT WAS A BOX JUST PLAIN OLD BOX. THEN SHE TOLD ME TO OPEN IT , I DID. A MAN POPPED OUT. I JUST LOOKED AT IT AND WENT UP TO MY ROOM. I LOOKED AT THE MAN AGAIN AND SAW SOMETHING VERY ODD ABOUT HIM. HE ALMOST LOOKED REAL. THAT NIGHT (CHRISTMAS EVE ) I WENT TO SLEEP WITH THE BOX AT THE END OF THE BED. I WASN'T EXCITED ABOUT CHRISTMAS AS OTHER NORMAL CHILDREN. I AMN'T SURE BUT SINCE I GOT THE BOX I WASN'T IN THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT THIS YEAR. IN THE MORNING I WAS A LITTLE MORE EXCITED. I PICKED UP THE BOX AND OPENED IT BUT THERE WAS NOTHING THERE. I GASPED AND LOOKED UP AND SAW A MAN THERE, I SCREAMED BECAUSE IN FRONT OF ME THERE WAS THE JACK - FROM - THE - BOX. AHH ! I SCREAMED. THEN I WOKE UP FROM MY DREAM AND SAW A PRESENT IN THE SHAPE OF A BOX AT THE END OF MY BED. |
CHRISTMAS
IT
IS CHRISTMAS TIME
THERE
IS JOY IN THE WORLD
BUT
NOT FOR SOME PEOPLE
LIKE
THE PEOPLE IN OMAGH
WHO
DID NOTHING WRONG
IN THIS WORLD THOSE PEOPLE WHO SWITCHED THAT BOMB ON THEY DID NOT THINK
ABOUT THE PEOPLE THEY WOULD KILL OR HURT
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT HAVING CHRISTMAS DINNER WITHOUT YOUR LOVED ONES ? |
