Woke up on Christmas morning
Checking Santa's done his stuff
There wasn't very much in there
But for me it was enough
Each thing was careful chosen
As something just for me
To make my eyes a sparkle
With genuine childish glee
But that was 80 years ago
Now Santa has to dash
Buy something that you think you'll like
I'll transfer to you the cash.
(Socks? Tie? Gloves? Sex Toy? π)