Santa laughed and winked at me,
When I saw him by the Christmas tree.
All in the house were sound asleep,
And I tried so hard to just not peep.
But it was morning after all,
The clock chimed two out in the hall.
I woke up Mom "Is Santa here?"
"Go back to bed, its to early dear"
I just took a peep and he was there,
Eating a cookie, sitting in Dad’s chair.
He just looked up and winked at me,
As he placed my present under the tree.
Wiggling his finger he said, "Come here Son",
"Let’s you and me, have us some fun".
"What do you say we switch the names",
I thought, if we did, I’d take the blame.
But Santa he just winked and smiled at me,
So I sat on down with shivers of glee.
We switched the names with a hee hee hee,
Then back to bed singing twiddle de de.
They sure looked surprised at a doll for Jack,
And when Mom opened Dad’s climbing pack.
Just couldn’t stop laughing, but I wish I had,
As I soon realized that this could be bad.
"Is that a white mustache on your lip?"
She had me scared that she might flip.
Mom was looking just a bit overwrought,
So I spoke right up, “It’s not milk, it, s not".
"Yes I swear, I was in bed by ten",
Cookie on my mouth? "It’s an M&M".
But the jig was up, and Santa was gone,
I cringed just a bit as I stifled a yawn.
Boy, was I surprised, Dad just winked at me,
Then handed me my present from under the tree.

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