Eyes wide, it's Christmas morning
Five years old, I'm hoping GI Joes
And Castle Grey Skull would make me the king of the block
My parents worked hard all year
To give us a morning that we'd never forget
Mountains of wrapping paper
The size of the joy they wouldn't let us miss
Sunrise, I run to the living room
We don't have a chimney chute
I've never seen one this skinny before
My parents worked hard all year
To give us a morning that we'd never forget
And they couldn't afford it
The smiles on our faces were priceless to them
WRITERS
Jordan Pundik, Ian Grushka, Chad Gilbert, Cyrus Bolooki