My mother has had bumbs and burises. She has been shut out but still carried on. Last dime in the donation bo, for the poor. Being as she was the poor itself. "Santa don't come to my house!" said, the little girl. "Yes,He does. Ho hoho!" Said the man in the big red santa suit says.No presents under the tree to little to know,What a mother wouldn't show. She lost it all in time, but gained so little along these thine lines.But in a perfect would noone would cry,or suffer, or hide behide foolish pride. In a perfect world noone would die.