Its the time of the year when the snow is falling,
and you can hear the mothers of small children calling.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! Santa will come as soon as you sleep."
they will get tucked in bed, not making one peep.
Christmas is tomorrow, all the kids will be dreaming,
of the moment they wake up and the sunlight is beaming.
run downstairs look at the presents!
but there wasn't anything under the tree, but little messes.
where are the presents all the kids wonder?
maybe its a dream I'm having in slumber.
"Wake up sleepy head."
i hear very softly, and i sit up in bed.
is it Christmas now?
go downstairs and look, don't be loud.
the tree is so bright, the presents, there's so many.
i wanna open them all, but i know mother wont let me.
I open a few, and eat Christmas cookies.
i drink some milk, and then watch some movies.
"Momma, i wish we had more."
"I know child, go up too bed close you door."
"Same time next year?"
"Yes of course, goodnight dear."