T'was the day after Christmas, and Nikki was sad,
'Cause Ryan was not included in the presents she had.
The night before last, she just couldn't sleep.
She stared up at the ceiling not making a peep.
Just laid there and hoped with all of her might
That Ryan would be left under her tree that night.
The room was pitch black, and the night air was still
When she heard a sound outside her window sill.
She sprang from her bed, and looked outside,
And was so excited she nearly fell down and died!
There was Santa with his big sack of joy.
(It looked just big enough to hold a man, and some toys!)
Santa came in the back (no chimney in my house),
And then crept to the tree, quiet as a mouse.
I hid in the shadows and watched in awe,
Completely astounded with what I saw.
There were dozens of gifts, all neatly wrapped up,
And for my little cousin, a cute little pup.
But when Santa reached in to retrieve what was mine,
I could tell right away that all was not fine.
It was a nice little box, but far too small
To contain someone like Ryan, who is so tall.
I looked at the box and started to cry.
Santa turned to me and said, "I really did try
But it just couldn't be done. Not even by me.
So I got you this to put under your tree."
He left then, and jumped into his sleigh,
Yelled at his reindeer, and then flew away.
I decided that waiting 'til morning was bad,
So I opened my present to see what I had.
It wasn't Ryan, but it was nice anyway:
A mini-Ryan purchased one day on Ebay!
He's a cute little thing, and I like him a lot,
But the real thing he just is not.
I'm not too upset, though, as you may fear.
Like my mom alway says, "There's always next year..."
