Freezing hands get warm tonight,
at the light of the midnight fire.
Getting sleepy now, I try to fight,
waiting for the presents is my desire.

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
of a colourful Christmas tree.
Wait for Santa Claus to come down the chimney,
he brings all the presents for you and me.

All the family gathers around the table,
talks about anything and eats the food,
They ask me gently if I will be able
to keep awake, but I'm not in the mood.

I just want that time to come around,
when the old giant clock sings
the midnight song of innocent joy,
I'm fully absent of all other things.

As I open up the boxes, and open the cover
of that little magical book,
I really don't want the night to be over,
But my parents start to give me that look.

One more year has almost passed away,
Wishing that it would have lasted.
After all these presents and gifts,
I still think I got more than what I've asked.