It’s Christmas Eve, I’ve gone to bed,
Thoughts of presents in my head.
I slowly drift off to sleep,
Buried under covers, deep.
In my dreams, I see a sky,
Where magical reindeer fly.
Santa Claus shouts “Ho! Ho! Ho!”
To all on the land below.
On each roof, he does stop,
And leaves his sleigh with a hop.
Visiting all the good girls and boys,
Leaving them treats or clothes or toys.
Noises penetrate my sleeping head,
My two brothers jump on my bed.
I unwillingly start to wake,
It’s 5 am for goodness sake.
Awake, now, we go to see,
What is under our Christmas Tree.