But at Christmas age is out the door
For no one likes to wait for gifts
But at the in-laws they take shifts
Until the rightful owner's found
Then all the aunts and uncles peer
The prize is opened first this year
And then the second gift is passed
Just as slowly never fast
As I pretend to wait patiently
My mind is screaming, "PASS ONE TO ME!"
But one hour passes and then another
That one's Lynn's the next her brother's
The snacks are gone and then the drinks
It's been four hours this just stinks
The babies have napped the old-folks dozed
But I'm still waiting it's gotta be close
Finally my name read from a box
I open it up. . . it's a pair of socks!
