It's the day before christmas and dad's not at home.
The kids are all restless ,
and trashing the home.
We're bored, we're excited, we just can not wait
When will Santa come and eat the cookies on the plate.
He'll be here tonight when you go to sleep,
So go make your beds, make sure they have sheets.
The kids hurry off,
They look like mini tornadoes.
They picked up their rooms, and make their beds
Then they looked out the window and one of them said.
The wood for the fire!
It's still outside under that tree.
Then quick as they could they all grabbed an arm full
And brought it inside for dad to see.
Then they quited down ate dinner and said,
goodnight mom, goodnight dad,
Were going to bed.
The house was now quiet as it can be.
And we alone sat and looked at the tree.
Then I woke up it was only dream.