Bad Christmas poem By BRADY DODSON

As Iay down in my bed to sleep

My room shines like plain day

If my neighbors do not cut off these damn lights

I might blow off their heads

So I turn around to my tv

What do you know another Christmas movie

Maybe if I was dying I would enjoy a Christmas movie

But the worse thing about these movie

They lie to me

And all of the kids

So i will take pride in what i'm about to do

I know it is not right

But it is also not wrong

My mother has alway made me tell the truth

But guess what kid...

Santa ain't real.

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