The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter
now; While pa was showing how they went he broke the
spring somehow. They used to run around a track...at
least they did when he Would let me take them in my
hands an' wind 'em with a key. I could 'a' had some
fun with 'em, if only they would go, But, gee!
I never had a chance, for pa enjoyed em so.
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The automobile that I got that ran around the floor
Was lots of fun when it was new, but it won't go no more.
Pa wound it up for Uncle Jim to show him how it went,
And when those two got through with it the runnin' gear was bent,
An' now it doesn't go at all. I mustn't grumble though,
'Cause while it was in shape to run my pa enjoyed it so.
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I've got my blocks as good as new, my mitts are perfect
yet; Although the snow is on the ground I haven't got
'em wet. I've taken care of everything that Santa
brought to me, except the toys that run about when
wound up with a key. But next year you can bet I
won't make any such mistake; I'm going to ask for
toys an' things that my pa cannot break.
(Edgar Albert Guest, 1881-1959)
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Isn't This A SO True Account?!?!
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