My little boy with smiling face and dancing eyes
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Come bobbing down the steps on Christmas morn
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And as he gaily opened up his Santa Claus
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I wish that darling child had never been born
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Outside the window lay the deadly fallen snow and on my lap the morning headlines lay
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As he tried to find the footprints Rudolph left it was all that I could do to say
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No playing in the snow today son no snow ice cream at all today
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No snowman making no sleding or no skating no no playing in the snow today
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He looked up at me with the tear in each blue eye
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And when he asked me why I nearly died
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I said some things are hard to explain then I picked him up and kissed his little eyes
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In somewhere way up in a tower cold and grey power hungry men insainly play
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In satanic style and laughter while ten million parents sadly say
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No playing in the snow today...
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No Playing In The Snow Today
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| John D. Loudermilk |
