1959 and MY BELT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

T'was the night before Christmas
And all through our shack
The wind kept a whistling
Through each little crack

My sock was hung
From the mantle with care
In hopes that Old Santa
Would leave a fishing reel there

I was lying awake
On a lump in my cot
When I began to think up
A mean little plot

I jumped from my cot
And from the hooks on the wall
I grabbed my dad's shotgun
And went out in the hall

I crept down the hall
At the den I did stop
And the thing that I saw
Caused my eye-balls to pop

There by the mantle
Filling all of the socks
Was my bald headed daddy
Taking toys from a box

He spoke not a word
As he turned and saw the gun
I knew riight then
There was no need to run

Such a mad man
I never did see
As he jerked off his belt
Then used it on me

Now it's Christmas Day
As I played with my reel
I have one thing to say
Because his belt I did feel

For a Christmas that's merry
And a New Year that's bright
Make sure you stay in bed
On Christmas eve night

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:biggrin

Good one!

Thank you Amp for the great PM

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In this part of the world a manger is better known as a feed trough.

It was asked "Who did you call first when your first child was born? Who was most important to you at that moment?" For God it was the cowboys riding night watch.

Good one indeed! :)