on going home for christmas
he little knew the sorrow that was in his vacant chair;
he never guessed they'd miss him, or he'd surely have been there;
he couldn't see his mother or the lump that filled her throat,
or the tears that started falling as she read his hasty note;
and he couldn't see his father, sitting sor- rowful and dumb,
or he never would have written that he thought he couldn't come.
he little knew the gladness that his presence would have made,
and the joy it would have given, or he never would have stayed.
he didn't know how hungry had the little mother grown
once again to see her baby and to claim him for her own.
he didn't guess the meaning of his visit christmas day
or he never would have written that he couldn't get away.
he couldn't see the fading of the cheeks that once were pink,
and the silver in the tresses; and he didn't stop to think
how the years are passing swiftly, and next christmas it might be
there would be no home to visit and no mother dear to see.
he didn't think about it -- i'll not say he didn't care.
he was heedless and forgetful or he'd surely have been there.
just sit down and write a letter -- it will make their heart strings hum
with a tune of perfect gladness -- if you'll tell them that you'll come.
all about me
me me me!
no one eats so many apples!
no one talks like me!
i am me! i am very special!
special me!
i am special!
i am smart!
i am super!
but i am cute! i am so very special!
moon moon moon
i like the moon and the moon likes me!
i love you! you are so bright, you are special
you help me see through the night!
i love you moon!
ooh! a star
ooh! a star!
i see through the night!
i am five years old and the star has five corners!
ohh star star star,
i love you so much!
ooh i love you star!
my name!
ohh! i love my name!
ohh! i love my name.
you spell it like this:
o-l-i-v-i-a!
ohh! how i love my name!
good luck!
ohh! when i go some where someone had never go
i use my luck of my brain.
good luck!
ohh! good luck…me!