Oh Santa dear, are you as tired as me, It's December 26th and it's hard to see, I've been up for days trying to prepare, Telling the kids not to peek, don't they dare. We pulled it off for another year, But we'll start planning tomorrow I fear, Through Spring, Summer and Fall, Planning, planning for it all. Same time next year we have a date, Oh I know you'll be here and won't be late, I'll have the kids sleeping, I promise you, Milk and cookies waiting, they won't have a clue. Written by Diana Groome