Presents on Christmas
By: Aschia Johnson
I wake up and get out of bed,
To see the presents under the tree,
All wrapped up in green and red,
I wake mother and father and plea and plea.
I say,"Merry Christmas!"
Then they smile at me.
We go to the tree and I open mine first,
And I feel so eager,
My heart might burst.
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