Here you will find the Poem A Christmas Memory of poet James Whitcomb Riley
Pa he bringed me here to stay 'Til my Ma she's well.--An' nen He's go' hitch up, Chris'mus-day, An' come take me back again Wher' my Ma's at! Won't I be Tickled when he comes fer me! My Ma an' my A'nty they 'Uz each-uvver's sisters. Pa-- A'nty telled me, th' other day,-- He comed here an' married Ma.... A'nty said nen, 'Go run play, I must work now!' ... An' I saw, When she turn' her face away, She 'uz cryin'.--An' nen I 'Tend-like I 'run play'--an' cry. This-here house o' A'nty's wher' They 'uz borned--my Ma an' her!-- An' her Ma 'uz my Ma's Ma, An' her Pa 'uz my Ma's Pa-- Ain't that funny?--An' they're dead: An' this-here's 'th' ole Homestead.'-- An' my A'nty said, an' cried, It's mine, too, ef my Ma died-- Don't know what she mean--'cause my Ma she's nuvver go' to die! When Pa bringed me here 't 'uz night-- 'Way dark night! An' A'nty spread Me a piece--an' light the light An' say I must go to bed.-- I cry not to---but Pa said, 'Be good boy now, like you telled Mommy 'at you're go' to be!' An', when he 'uz kissin' me My good night, his cheeks' all wet An' taste salty.--An' he held Wite close to me an' rocked some An' langhed-like--'til A'nty come Git me while he's rockin' yet. A'nty he'p me, 'til I be Purt'-nigh strip-pud--nen hug me In bofe arms an' lif' me 'way Up in her high bed--an' pray Wiv me,--'bout my Ma--an' Pa-- An' ole Santy Claus--an' Sleigh-- An' Reindeers an' little Drum-- Yes, an' Picture-books, 'Tom Thumb,' An' 'Three Bears,' an' ole 'Fee-Faw'-- Yes, an' 'Tweedle-Dee' an' 'Dum,' An' 'White Knight' an' 'Squidjicum,' An' most things you ever saw!-- An' when A'nty kissed me, she 'Uz all cryin' over me! Don't want Santy Claus--ner things Any kind he ever brings!-- Don't want A'nty!--Don't want Pa!-- I ist only want my Ma!