better be dead then snow

my Father was born in December. About the same time as the birth of gods only son. Ask any one who has the same birth day as J.C. and they will tell you that only J.C. can have a party on the 25th. 

The one year my Father was given a party and told all his little friends God grew mad and made it snow. For weeks it snowed and when t stopped the snow was to the roof tops. Sad to say my fathers only birth party was a bust. 

No one ate the cake or gave that donkey back his tail. The ice cream was places in the trash can and my father didn't get any gifts that year.

That sad faced little boy alone in his house of ice grew up to become my father, alone in his house. Damed J.C.