When I was a little tyke, I wanted to get
A brand new bike.
Or a doll would be nice, or a new puppy to
take on a hike.
Waiting for Christmas was always fun.
Anticipation was nearly done!
In the good old days back when I was young
I couldn't wait for the Carols to be sung
With all of the joy of the Christmas season
Careful not to forget the complete reason
A girl and two boys, we'd reach to touch
Gently the tinsel and feeling the rush
Of the joy of Christmas then, no matter how
Difficult the waiting had been
The Christmas tree, with the lights newly on was
Like the excitement seeing the first ice on the pond
The tree was usually a little thin because Dad
Would get it late, usually on a last minute whim.
Which gift is which, what is there for me?
Package to package looking to see.
Most times to be dis-appointed for my friends and
Family always seemed to get more than me.
We knew for every gift we had, some children
got no gifts at all, for they had been bad.
