Beckley would be Santa's first delivery and trip. Because of the cold, he often bit his lower lip. There was no doubt, who was a baby boomer. Everyone in town wore a hog designed bloomer. Since the baby boomers, his list became very long. Talking to himself, "they always sing the same old song." "They are never happy with any kind of present." "Saying that is because we are so intelligent." "I am going to deliver to them some black coal." "Or a piece of string and some dead grassy knoll." "On my list this year will be a long black snake." "Unpopped popcorn and something ugly or fake." "Someone's worn wig and burnt real money." "Dirty hog's feet and an empty jar of honey." "A foot long belt and a big man's red pajama." "With one leg and a used ticket to the Bahama." "These baby boomers have worn me very thin." "However, they keep making more of their kin." "Only to complain loudly and want more." "Just because they are not kin to Al Gore." "I will fix them when I go down their flue." "Faking an injury; them, I will proudly sue." Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
It is not good to be a baby boomer in Beckley, West Virginia this Christmas. As you
will be on Santa's hit list. Making him angry is a terrible mistake. Your Christmas will
not be a happy one. So as the story goes, "a smile is returned with a smile." This is
a poem from my Christmas collection. "Happy holidays to you all."
Marva L. Dowdin
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