With plum and sugar canes in their dreams

They whimper in their sleep at the thought

Of what Santa might have left

Under their evergreen tree

In the morning they tear down the stairs

Screaming on the top of their lungs

"It's Cristmas! It's Christmas! Wake up, Everybody; It's Christmas!"

And thunder to the tree with a gleam in their eyes

Eyeing the presents with childish glee

They tear open the presents

And shriek with delight

As they find what they had wished for

Their hands grabbing so tight

The hands turn snowy white

They prance and dance as they thank the sky

At Santa Claus waving goodbye

And a ho-ho-ho to you

Ans a Merry Christmass to all!