On Christmas Eve, they couldn’t sleep;
Anticipation’s price is steep.
Awake, they waited — eager, keen
For any glimpse of Santa seen.
On Christmas night, no sleep as well;
A sugar rush has cast its spell.
The Christmas cookies deck the halls,
And kids are bouncing off the walls.
The Twenty-Sixth at last arrives;
Let’s see who in this house survives.
The weary parents feebly pray:
“Oh, let the kids now sleep today!”
Don Munday, firstname.lastname@example.org