Too wound up to sleep
But I should
For Santa won’t come
Lest I will peep
Must wake right away
What to do
Ah hah, idea
Hip hip hooray
Mom tucks me in bed
Off she goes
Leaves snacks for Santa
Long wait ahead
All are settled in
Up I get
Open my closet
Beaming my grin
Sweats over PJ’s
Jeans on top
T-shirt, flannel shirt
Not yet ablaze
Slide on red toe socks
Slip on gloves
Don my toboggan
Sly like a fox
On with winter coat
Pull up hood
Drink so much Sundrop
Eyeballs afloat
Roll up in bedding
Drift asleep
Sweating like crazy
Soon be shedding
Must go now, hurry
Find bathroom
Way too much clothing
Eyes so blurry
Barely slept any
Yet enough
Mister Claus stopped by
He left plenty
The bike of my dreams
There she stands
Beautiful, shiny
Magic she seems
Let the others sleep
I shall too
Right next to my bike
Nary a peep