It’s four AM
And Santa’s left
He’s on another rootop
You can bet
Old dad and mom
Are really dead
And it won’t be long
Before it’s said
Oh Mom, Oh Dad
Old Santa’s was here
Can we now open
Our presents, It’s clear
Old Mom and Dad
Will see no sleep
In minutes we’ll be
In wrappings deep
I guess we’ve got
The rest of year
To catch up on our sleep
It’s clear, the kids won’t go
Go back to bed
So up we’ll get
And sit there dead
Yes dead on our feet
Because we’ll let
The kids go open
Their presents, you bet
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
