Early on a holiday morning, after many ills,
I rise and see the sun illuminating the hills
\The phone rings announcing, Grandma beware,
The grandchildren are coming, I must prepare
\Is there anything more rewarding to a Ma
Than little voices saying, I love you Grandma
\The warmth is a bonus for our day
But children's voices steal my heart away
\Take away all my money and my car
But never let my little ones stay away far!

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