Thirteen Little Children

There were thirteen little children, grew up on a farm
Mom and Dad were always there, protecting us from harm
Daddy, he worked very hard to put shoes upon our feet
Raised a garden and his livestock, we always had good food to eat
Momma made our clothes for us, sewing every stitch with love
Instilled in thirteen children a faith in God above
There were lots of shoes to buy-two pairs a year for each child
A pair for school and every day, a pair for Sunday morning smiles
Momma saved each shoebox and marked on each our name
Where we found something special every year when Christmas came
We'd wake up in the morning, hopeful hearts and little hands
A Christmas tree and presents, our own winter wonderland
Yes, thirteen little children with twice as many hands
We stood outside a locked door waiting on Mom and Dad
We'd line up by our ages until they'd say,"Come in"
The closeness of a family and what Santa had to send
Fruitcakes, candy, tangerines, their fragrance lingers still
Starlit eyes made of dreams, and empty boxes filled
Momma, a Christian angel, Daddy, a Godly man
Raised thirteen little children and twice as many hands

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