I wake up happy, joyful, gay I run out of my bedroom,

it’s Christmas Day.

Pancake dough flipping in a pan. By the time they’re

done syrup in my hands.

Presents, presents, presents I can’t wait. Opening

presents is my fate.

Gratefulness is in the air, present wrapping

everywhere. I’m happy every time

whether I get just a dime.

Fun, fun, fun I don’t want this day to be done.

Now it’s night, I check off my calendar.

Wait. It’s February?! DANG IT!!!