A Christmas Story

Twas the month before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

Too good to be true I went around and around
Looking for my children who were no where to be found.
 
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Were two little shadows in the closet I fear

I opened the door and to my dismay
I saw two little bodies in the middle of play

They found all the presents wrapped up so tight
Lil Ashton and Aydin didn't put up a fight

The look on their faces were happy as can be
With wrapping paper in each hand looking up at me

Now Aydin now Ashton what were you thinking
Come on Tony Leonard why were you sleeping

They got to the toys, they got to them all
Now off to bed off to bed off to bed you all

At first I cried, I couldn't believe
Then I laughed at lil Aydin, he was only being three

Ashton doesn't know better he's not even two
But Tony Bologna, he knew better he knew
 
So I re-wrapped the presents and chuckled in side
Better make sure that I keep them way up high

A lesson I learned tonight by my boys
Trouble is stirring when they don't make a noise

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