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MY LITTLE BROTHER |
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MY LITTLE BROTHER |
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Dear Santa, I hold you in highest regard, That's why I am sending this holiday card. First I will wish you much seasonal cheer, We're looking forward to your visit here. I'm sure that you know my young brother, Bill. Who sometimes behaves like six year olds will. I hope you'll forgive him for being so bad His horrible acts make his sweet sister sad. Six months have passed since he shaved our poor cat And put Krazy Glue in Uncle Bob's hat. Now I have forgiven with all of my soul The dumb silly putty in my donut's hole. That you are forgiving was made extra clear When you honored his wish for a drum set last year. Now I'm writing this card for everyone's sake So you will not make another mistake. You soon will be getting a letter from him, So just put a line through each silly whim. He doesn't think straight. He acts so in haste, It'll take a few years to teach him good taste. Now, Santa you know of the many real dangers Involved in the use of those dumb Power Rangers. With violence being our fear--Number One! It wouldn't make sense to give him that gun. So bring him a Barbie with nice fancy clothes, And new dresses, size eight, with cute little bows. If you do as I ask, I'll try, Santa Dear To help him behave much better next year. —Grandpa Tucker |
