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James Whitcomb Riley - A Christmas Memory
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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!
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