On Christmas Morning
On Christmas morning, I wake up extra early. My mom says, “By golly you’re an early birdy.” I run to the tree, speedy quick, I look at those scrumptious candy canes, And I want a lick. But there’s no time, My brothers and sisters will soon be awake, I’ve got to hurry before it sounds like an earthquake. I’ve got to beat those kids to the tree. First one to open their presents will be ME!