Early Christmas morning,

The kids wake with a start,

Mom and Dad are roused from bed,

And down the stairs they dart;

The train is speeding 'round the tree,

Whose colored lights all glow,

Around lie many presents,

They don't know where to go;

Some were sent by Grandpa,

Some by Auntie Mauz,

But all the big bright boxes,

Were sent by Santa Claus;

With paper tossed about the room,

And joy throughout the air,

Children play with brand new toys,

And laugh without a care;

And so on Christmas morning,

When you look around your home,

Think of cheer around the world,

And write a Christmas poem