Every body stops
and stares at me
These two teeth are
gone as you can see
I don't know just who
to blame for this catastrophe!
But my one wish on Christmas Eve
is as plain as it can be!
All I want for Christmas
are my two front teeth
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth!
If I could only
have my two front teeth,
then I could wish you
Merry Christmas
It seems so long since I could say,
'Sister Susie sitting on a thistle'
How happy I'd be,
If I could only whistle
All I want for Christmas
are my two front teeth
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth.
So I could wish you
Merry Christmas!
How cool is this! One extremely wobbly front tooth (the second is not far behind) coincides with a scheduled check-up visit to the dentist this afternoon. So Dr W removes it in one clean and distinguished sweep with a high-tech tissue. Imagine having the dentist remove your first front tooth! Even superstars can't time dentist visits so well. And at no extra charge. (Surprising!)
Dad was threatening to take it out with the pliers. Mum was rolling out cotton thread and tying it to door handles. Charley recalled how hers nearly feel down the plughole when she brushed her teeth and accidentally bumped it.
It was bending back at a perilous angle and was a huge distraction. Now the gap is a bigger distraction and that tongue keeps twirling around in the emply space. Remember that sensation?
Guess who's visiting our house tonight and it's not Santa Claus?
Go Ro!
Poem by by Don Gardne
