Christmas Morning

"He's checking his list, gonna find out who's naughty . . . "

  

Christmas Morning

by Burges Johnson

Yesterday I tore some lace -- stuck

my finger through it;

Day before I made a face -- no one saw

me do it.

Once I splattered with the ink -- got my

dress all spotted,

And there's other things I think that I

have forgotted.

Do you s'pose HE came last night? I was

always taught he

Wouldn't bring a single mite to a child

that's naughty!

But I guess if Santy's house has some chil-

dren in it,

They're not quiet as a mouse every single

minute.

And I guess that Mrs. Claus told him, if

he let her,

Not to blame this child, because his aren't 

any better!