This Christmas Eve for Santa’s sake.
I’m dying just to peep and sneak
But if I do my bed will creak.
And behind dressed up curtains my mother will know
Santa whisks me to his sled with .....Oh! Ho, Ho, Ho.
Bundles of laughs fill Santa Clause,
I can’t see rellies’ gifts because
I’m banned from touching these bright bows.
He’ll love my cookies I suppose.
Now Sandman’s here and my tired eyes see only halves.
But next year I’ll ride his sled with..... bundles of laughs.