Christmas time and Gramps lays out,
His hand-me-downs with glee,
Some knitted p-jays how I feel,
A sinking misery.
For hands down there’s no other kid,
So itchy in his bed,
That stingy man would hand-me-down
The toupee off his head!
Christmas time and Gramps lays out,
His hand-me-downs with glee,
Some knitted p-jays how I feel,
A sinking misery.
For hands down there’s no other kid,
So itchy in his bed,
That stingy man would hand-me-down
The toupee off his head!
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