Once Upon a Christmas

Once upon a Christmas way back when,

As I remember I was just about ten,

The age old question was asked of me:

What would I like to find Christmas morning under the Christmas tree.

I think I answered that a xylophone would be fun,

But my chances of getting a xylophone was just about slight to none.

Christmas morning arrived at last,

And I rushed downstairs (I bet I went fast).

There was something big there under a cloth;

I just couldn't wait to get that cloth off.

It was surely my xylophone, I was bound and pent,

But what it turned out to be was a circus tent.

My father had made the frame for the tent,

And my mother had made the tent cover.

I was disappointed at first, but that I soon got over;

In it were several wooden animals that Santa Claus had brought,

And a list of tricks were there,

A list of tricks that could be taught.

The thought of my xylophone didn't long stay;

I think the circus was more fun anyway.

The animals I still have until this day,

But they are a little too fragile to put on display.

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