Oh, the sounds of Christmas day...

(sung to the tune of Chestnuts Roasting o're an open fire)

Gunshots blasting from the xbox 360,
rapping from the new cellphone,
vacuum cleaner running over the floor,
and it's Christmas day once more.

Everybody knows a ham will be for dinner.
Everyone wants to eat now.
Christmas day is a holiday,
but Mom's still cooking midst the fray.

Papers, boxes, and torn-up bows,
Too much candy, too much noise,
Tiny tots who got up much to early
need to nap, but they won't go.

Christmas day is oh so joyful.
Christmas day is oh so right.
Christmas day is much too long.
Thank God he gave us Christmas night.

Saturday night

time for bed, but someone has given my three yr. old a camping whistle.
Which means it's extra loud.
An extra loud camping whistle. A three yr. old Chinese recently adopted daughter.
Bedtime.
A whistle.
Bedtime.
Not anymore.