Merry Christmas, verse #1

Merry Christmas…

Fire engine—red,
a bike, a blue-eyed doll,
each year we made our list
hoping Santa would bring it all;
now we’re a little older,
our lists aren’t quite the same,
now we help Santa fill the bags
but without the elves or sleigh;
so, here’s hoping your season’s merry,
here’s hoping your day is bright,
I’m sure you’ll be doing the same thing
I’ll be doing on Christmas Eve night;
trying without reading instructions,
then finally giving in,
and muttering underneath our breath
that we’ll never do this again;
it really looked so easy,
the bike just had two wheels,
who knew there could be so many pieces,
to something meant to bring a thrill;
but like Dad did for us,
we will do the same,
just for the expression on little faces
on the morning of Christmas Day;
and when we see the excitement
we can check that off our list
we got just what we wanted,
what was on our Christmas list;
So, have a Merry Christmas,
and a glorious holiday,
may you get everything on your list this year,
on this Christmas Day.