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| I went to the dentist yesterday (December 9, 2008) and he pulled the remaining six teeth in my upper jaw. When I was setting in the chair, I started to laugh and the dentist wanted to know what I was funny. I was laughing because I remember a Christmas song from my youth. The title of the song is “All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth”. So naturally, I had to look up the song on the Internet. Don Gardner wrote the lyrics and words. The first publication of the song was 1946, the year I was born, which makes the song about my age, very appropriate that I should remember the song while sitting in the dentist chair. I should also mention that the song mentions my birthday, Christmas Eve, in the lyrics. All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth: Lyrics http://www.carols.org.uk/all_i_want_for_christmas_is_my_two_front_teeth.htm Every body Pauses 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 is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, see my two front teeth! Gee, 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!" Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be, if I could only whistle (thhhh, thhhh) All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, see my two front teeth. Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth, then I could wish you "Merry Christmas!" Don Gardner Since a number of people besides British comedian Dora Bryan have parodied this song, I’m not going to attempt a parody at this time. Rather I’m going to include my own dentures poem. My Christmas Eve Wish I longed for a new set of teeth, choppers created specifically for me. I wanted a new set of pearly whites to enhance my sixty some years of acquired wisdom. I wanted ivories to complement my complexion, fangs unmarked by the stains left by of year low self-esteem and fear of self-knowledge. My tongue caresses the smooth surface of my new upper plate, and I can hardly wait until my gums heal so that the remaining four and a half teeth in my lower jaw are extracted and my new bridgework is complete. My leading entry for
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