I remember, so clearly, one Christmas Eve night
When my brother was being precocious.
He decided he wanted to stay up and play.
His behaviour was simply atrocious.
Dad tried to remind him that Santa was coming,
And he didn't reward naughty boys.
If he wasn't asleep when St Nick arrived,
Someone else would get all his toys.
My brother just shrugged and then carried on playing,
Saying "Santa's not real anyway!"
My father went quiet, and left him alone,
But, when we awoke Christmas Day,
I found lots of presents surrounding my bed.
My brother had not done so well!
One great big box! That was all that he had!
He was crestfallen - that I could tell!
But he gamely set to, tearing through several layers
Till he finally won through to the prize.
An onion!!! No other has ever brought forth
Such pitiful tears to ones eyes!!!
The moral's as plain as the nose on your face!
Remember to do as you're told!
'Cos Santa Claus knows if you're bad or you're good!
That's why I plan to be good as gold!!!
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