The Children are nestled
all snug in their beds,
with visions of sugar plums
dancing in their heads.
The stockings are stuffed
and hung on the wall,
I only pray
they do not fall.
Mrs. Claus has laid out the presents
by tree light,
Mr. Claus is slowly putting together
Cayden's new bike
Soon off to bed
we will go,
'cause the children
will rise early we know.
Santa had come
by the early day light,
The kids were awake
and beheld a great site.
An mp3 player for her
a new bike for him,
The time for opening presents
was about to begin.
With pillow pals, new trains,
a v.Reader and doll;
The gifts were still coming,
they hadn't opened them all.
A diary, a scribbler,
new clothes and some books;
They thought they were finished,
but they'd clearly mistook.
A camp set, a nutcracker,
puzzles and trains galore;
This should be the end,
there should be no more.
Now empty their stockings
and clean up the mess;
There's one thing left to do,
say "Merry Christmas!"
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