All 3 of us would wake up

And sprint down the stairs to wake up our mom

Although I knew about her little secret

I was still always excited

The smell of cookies and coldness,

We would take turns youngest to oldest

I was always last

And after about 15 minutes,

The living room was trashed

We would all grab our new items

And head to our rooms

And later on, my mom would drive us to our dads

The smell of cigarettes and firewood 

We would eat whatever was in the fridge for lunch

Most of the time frozen pizza

We’d watch Home Alone or maybe the Grinch,

There were no presents but we didn’t care

That was 5 years ago 

Only one home left

Now at moms there's 6 of us

And I'm still last.