On Christmas Day, at six in the morning.

I arise in my bed with the sun as it’s dawning.

I’m full of excitement and run into the den,

A pile of presents, I count at least ten!

I run to find mother and ask if I can start?

She nods and I run back to rip them apart.

Inside the wrapping I find toys, books and games.

This is the best day ever, as Santa has came.

It’s thirty years later as I lay in bed,

Before I’m awoke with a poke to my head.

My little beauty is beaming at me,

Asking to open what’s under the tree.

I nod and I follow to see her broad smile,

It makes all the hard work put in now worthwhile,

With every box opened she gives a small cheer,

This was the best day ever, as Santa was here.