I’m Fixing to Get My Two Front Teeth for Christmas

I’m fixing to get my two front teeth for Christmas.

I remember the time when all I wanted for Christmas was my two front teeth.

They even coaxed me into singing a song about it during assembly at school when I was in the second grade. I wasn’t too happy with having to perform that bit of entertainment, but I lisped through it.

While warbling those lyrics, it made me feel better to see the same gaping gaps in the mouths of my friends as they grinned at my feeble attempt at song.

I assumed that a lot of them wanted their two front teeth for Christmas too, and probably like myself, would probe that wide gap with the tip of their tongues each morning when they woke up, hoping to feel the sharp edges of two new ivories emerging from that soft spot.

So as Christmas approached, I prayed and wished, and wished and prayed for my two front teeth.

Christmas morning finally came, and as I slowly awakened from the land of dreams, I stuck my tongue into that familiar gap, and lo-and-behold, I felt the sharp and jagged edges of two new teeth!
I rushed off to a mirror and confirmed it was true before I looked underneath the tree to find I had also received some toy carpenter tools, some fruit and nuts, but what I was most proud of was my two front teeth.

By the time Christmas vacation was over and I got back to school, my new teeth would still be short and stubby, but everyone would be able to see that I had got my two front teeth for Christmas.
Some folks say life is a series of cycles, and I believe there may be some truth to that, because there came a time much later in my life when all I was fixing to want for Christmas was my two front teeth.