The stockings are hung
The stockings
are hung,
the carols are
being sung.
My heart is
filled with joy,
along with every
girl and boy.
It's really hard
to go to sleep,
you want to go
and take a peep.
And, when you're
finally in bed,
visions of Santa
dance in your
head.
You wake up at
eight,
it's already
late!
You wake up your
Mom and Dad,
they are never
as glad.
Once you're all
awake,
you eat some
coffee cake.
You run down to
the tree,
you cannot
believe what you
see.
Your stockings
are overflowing,
everyone's face
is glowing.
You must open
family presents
first,
you're so
excited you just
might burst.
Then Santa's are
the next to go,
you tear off the
wrapping and the
bow.
You rip them
open one by one,
seeing toy after
toy, each filled
with fun.
And after about
an hour,
your face begins
to turn sour.
There's nothing
left under the
tree,
you have very
little glee.
But, then a car
pulls in,
with presents
wrapped in tin.
Your cousins are
here,
bearing more
Christmas cheer.
There is then,
many holiday
greetings,
more and more
joyful meetings.
The present
opening order
shifts,
and you begin to
open more gifts.
And when the
good-byes have
been said,
it's time to
shower and make
your bed.
Once everyone is
out,
there is no
reason to pout.
You pile into
your car,
you don't have
to travel very
far.
You're off to
another family
meeting,
you're welcomed
with a warm
greeting.
You eat an
excellent
dinner,
the fire is
keeping you from
the wind of
winter.
You open some
more toys,
with your
cousins, girl
and boys.
Once your thank-yous
have been said,
you are
definitely ready
for bed.
You tell
everyone
good-night,
and your heart
becomes light.
And while in
bed,
the day dances
in your head.
You thank the
Lord for today,
while you slowly
drift away.
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