THERE'S goin' to be a Chris'mas-tree next door! Jess an' me know; We saw them buyin' candles to the store— An't must be so! Ma says the Joneses folks is awful proud, An' so you see, Their little boy an' girl don't play around With Jess an me. When me and Jess make snow-forts in the street, They sit an' stare Outen their windows, but they never come— They wouldn't dare! An' when we made that big terboggan-slide, They bawled, I bet, When their ma told them, No, they couldn't play, Fear they'd get wet! An' oh, that day when all the street was ice! And we'd begin An' slide fer half a mile, their ma she said They must stay in! An' when the sleigh went scootin' past their door, With Jess an' me, They blubbered till they froze the window-pane, An' couldn't see. But now they're goin' to have a really show— A Chris'mas tree— An' there ain't been no invertation come Fer Jes an' me! Ma says that if she felt so bad because She couldn't go She'd @3see their old tree farther'@1 fore she'd let Them upstarts know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LAKE BOATS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |