Our three legged dog hoped Santa would leave some cookies to spare.
The children sprang up at 6am from their beds.
While visions of Beyblades and Transformers danced in their heads.
With daddy in his PJs and me still counting sheep,
Hoping the children would just let us sleep!
When down in the living room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Down the flight of stairs, I flew like a flash,
Picked up my son, and saw the bleeding gash.
The innocent boy had pulled for his stocking -- how was he to know...
That the stocking hanger was metal, and came down with a blow.
After I wiped the blood away from his face, and convinced the tears to stop,
"Momma can I open the present with the Toy Story ornament on top?"
Daddy rushed to the tree, so lively and quick,
And grabbed the prized present, just like St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles more presents they came,
The kids smiled and giggled, and called them by name;
"Now, Toy Story! now, Last Airbender! now, dolphin and kitten!
On, Bumblebee! on Jenga! on, Zhu Zhu and Pillow Pet!
To the top of the tree! To the side of the wall!
Now unwrap, and unwrap, and unwrap them all!"
But I heard someone exclaim, as we drove to our next holiday site,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."