'Cause Santa drank all the milk we were eyeing.
Consoling us took nearly all of a minute
after noting the train room, and the presents in it
We unwrapped a dinosaur, a rocket, an Earth
As tradition demands, for our Savior's birth
A guitar, a dragon, some holiday cheer
An airplane, a chopper and Buzz Lightyear
A whirlwind of paper and ribbons and toys
Was the right recipe for a blissed out boy
But despite all the doodads and parents busting their @**es
All Sophie wants is Mommy's glasses
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