On Christ­mas Morn­ing

Pasatiempo - - Poetry - by Mor­gan Hag­man

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!

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