The season is upon us
it's time for peace and joy
that is for those who live without
a wound up little boy.
His eyes brim with excitement
as he stares up at the tree
while jumping round from foot to foot
his passion plain to see.
He sits there at the window
His eyes they scan the sky
for any sign of Santa and his reindeer passing by.
I tell him it's too early, I say it isn't time
yet still he sits there waiting
and keeps a watchful eye.
He runs to bed at bedtime
excited now to sleep
as sleeping makes the time fly by
as closer Christmas creeps.
He's counting down the hours
as day turns into night,
with a jolly shout of "FOUR MORE SLEEPS !!"
he goes out like a light.