Since Christmas is made for children I am dropping in the following poem by Marchette Chute. Hope everyone here enjoys it.PresentsI wanted a rifle for Christmas, I wanted a bat and a ball, I wanted some skates and a bicycle, But I didn't want mittens at all. I wanted a whistle And I wanted a kite, I wanted a pocketknife That shut up tight. I wanted some boots And I wanted a kit, But I didn't want mittens one little bit. I told them I didn't like mittens, I told them as plain as plain. I told them I didn't WANT mittens, And they've given me mittens again!Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to you, Frank!
My brother recited this poem about 60 years ago at a rural school Christmas concert and I am going to frame this for him and give it to him. He is now 65 and everyonce in a while he recites part of it, but forgets some of it, so here we have the whole thing. Thank you so much.