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“I think these new generations know too much. We were better off when we were young and innocent! Everything seems so much more complicated now… But you know I used to be very good at singing, ever since I was little. I was also good at playing the piano! I still remember the song I sang on my first holy communion, do you want me to sing it for you?
Be sure that you don’t forget
For the dear little dimpled darling
Has never seen Christmas yet!
I told her all about it
She opened her big blue eyes
I’m sure she understood it
She looked so funny and wise.
Gee, what a tiny stocking!
It doesn’t take much to hold
But little pink toes as baby’s
Away from the frost and the cold.
But then, for the baby’s Christmas
It never would do at all
Why! Santa wouldn’t be looking
For anything half so small.
I’ll know what we’ll do for the baby
I’ve thought of the very best plan
I’ll borrow a stocking from Grandma
The biggest that ever I can.
And hang it by mine, dear mother
Right here in the corner so
I’ll write a letter to Santa
And fasten it to the toe.
Write ‘this is the baby’s stocking
That hangs in the corner here
You never have seen her, Santa
For she only came this year.
But she’s just the blessed’st baby
And now before you go
Just cram her stocking with goodies
From the top down to the toe!'”
– This is a poem from a 101-year-old lady that she learnt when she was 7. –
