My Red Wagon
"My first wagon ,when Santa brought it, I was so happy--we were very poor at the time. I was 7 years old. I shined that wagon, put my dolls in there. I felt as if it was my first car. Christmas would not be Christmas unless everyone had a red wagon, or even shared one. Now I am 54, looking for one for my grandkids. My oldest is eight, I waited so long, I've been very sick. I am not going to live long, I am on a fixed income and need a wagon, maybe Santa would send for a 3 year old, 5 year old and an 8 year old, but one big wagon would be fine. Without a wagon under the tree, life has no meaning for Christmas. It's a tradition, Merry Christmas , happy red wagon dreaming."
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