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its in the hearts of every child or there the like

from the wisest of an elder adult child right down

to the smallest babbling tyke

why, I too once suffered from this very malady

myself when I was no more than a wee young tot

I was never quite happy enough with whatever it was

that I got

the tantalizing thought of 'More'

absolutely mesmerized me

I was captured by the vision in my mind of a fully

laden Christmas tree

yet, no matter how sizable my Christmas take

I still seemed to make a very big stink

even if only for stinks sake

I was a heartless heathen dressed in that of an

angel's snow like garb or robe

I threw a temper tantrum one year simply because

I didn't get a large enough world globe

some would have labeled me a 'Brat'

but surprisingly enough my mother never even once

referred to me as that

perhaps because the word itself didn't exist way

back then

but I honestly could not say just when

to her, I was a most brilliant lawyer

born with no need for even a year of lawyer's

schooling

for a time I made my own childhood laws and

abided by only my own ruling

I was famous she has said many many times

for making her out to be the criminal

it was always she whom in the end looked

guilty for my crimes

oh, what I, terror I surely must have been

let unleashed upon her nerves

with me as her child she got more than any

average mother deserves

for this, let me say that I truly am sorry

Mommy!

and though I never became a brilliant defense

lawyer like you many the time before said

instead

I chose to be a pensive poor poet

so, since this poem is dedicated to you

I can only hope that you like what you've

just read

I love you...............................

(Dec. 12, 1993 pm)