Just a little Christmas cheer
from your dad and mommy dear.
A car crossed the median going way too fast.
We didn't see it because of tall grass.
Then it hit us head on and we hear a blast.
Then we roll and roll before we stop at last.
Maggie oh Maggie, are you alright?
Oh, no! Where's Maggie? What a fright.
She's in the bed; not dead; just hit on the head.
But not to worry. Dad and Mom are fine.
broken ribs, punctured lung, injured spines
But in time those things will fade away.
Our sucky memories will erase that day.
So take this time to appreciate what you have.
Because tomorrow may come today
and take it all away.
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