“There's nothing sadder in this world,

Than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child,

At least in your heart.”

Erma Bombeck

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‘I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas,’

Music and Lyrics by John Rox

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,

Only a hippopotamus will do,

Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy,

I want a hippopotamus, to play with, and enjoy

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,

I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?

He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue,

Just bring him through the front door,

That's the easy thing to do!

I can see me now on Christmas morning,

Creeping down the stairs,

Oh what joy and what surprise,

When I open up my eyes,

To see a hippo hero standing there

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,

Only a hippopotamus will do,

No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses,

I only like hippopotamuses,

And hippopotamuses like me, too

My wife says that a hippopotamus would eat me up,

but my animal book says that a hippo is a vegeterian

And there's lots of room for him in our old two-car garage,

I'd feed him there, and wash him there, and give him his massage

I can see me now on Christmas morning,

Creeping down the stairs,

Oh what joy and what surprise,

When I open up my eyes,

To see a hippo hero standing there

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,

Only a hippopotamus will do,

No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses,

I only like hippopotamuseses,

And hippopotamuses like me too!

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(I Sure Hope My Wife Gets the Hint,

I’ve Been Singing This Song for Weeks Now,

And I Know She Wants to Top

The Toaster I Got Her Somehow)

But if She Can’t Find a Hippo,

A Lovely Moose Will Do,

For Some Strange Reason,

These Mooses Like Me, Too)