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A Christmas Poem: Each Christmas Was Special At The White House

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By Linda White-Francis

When I was just a girl,
Christmas was spectacular!
Better than birthdays by far,
With gifts everywhere,
Certainly was more fun than just one,
Plus more paper to tear.

My three younger sisters and me,
Happy little girls were we,
Full of excitement and joy,
Dreaming of that special toy,
A new baby doll
With a bed,
A blue bike or a sled.

I ogled each present under the tree
Hoping the biggest one was for me,
And, what could it be?
When it came time for daddy to appear-
His coffee in hand,
Off to the side, he would stand in command.
Like a giant to me
He finally said,
“Are you ready to start?”
Mommy, still groggy, nodded yes.
Bless her heart.
She was still sleepy; poor little lamb.
“One more sip”, Daddy teased!
It was sad!
I was down on my knees,
I was so mad.

Oh the pain was the worst,
Holding back little sisters,
From getting there first!
Then closer I’d scoot.
Years and years later
I can hear my dad say to this day,
“Well, then my girls”,
“Let’s get to the loot!”

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