Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; So why was it so quiet? I’ll tell you, I know, The house was repoed some six months ago;
There was no stocking, no tree, no hope, not a care, Which makes perfect good sense as there was nobody there; The kids were long gone; it was as if they were dead, You see CPS took them because of something I said.
Mama in her long johns and I just a cap, Had lain down in our tent for a long winter’s nap; When out in the park there arose such a clatter, I jumped to my knees and said, “Now what’s the matter?”
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