It was Christmastime and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring except Kitty chasing a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chiminey with a thumbtack,

In hopes that St.Nicholas would soon empty his sack.

An me in my PJs and Melinda in the bed,

Had just settled down, not really, but waited instead.

And what to my wandering eyes did appear,

But mom and dad scuffling downstairs as I saw from the rear.

They emptied the presents from their hiding places,

Not knowing that I knew all of their secret spaces.

They tried to put together the toys in boxes,

“$%^$ $%^$ $#%^” I heard, as we waited like foxes.

The cookies we left for Santa were all gobbled up.
The eggnog, the milk and cookies, and even the cup.

Mom heard some scuffling upstairs in the room

“Go back to bed kids, or you’ll meet your doom.”

And as we shuffled back into bed,

We knew Christmas was merely in everyone’s head.

But as we all figured and calculated it well

It serves to believe in Santa, including the elves.

I heard mom scream as she turned out the light,

“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”