wasn’t like a Christmas tree – not a Christmas mouse.
There among the bears she was – that is where she hid,
a pretty picture was she there – a smiling Christmas Kid.
No asking is she good or bad – I am a biased one,
she is a kid extraordinaire – a pleasure next to none.
No gifts from Santa do I ask – no fantasies I bid,
I’ve got the best already here – a super Christmas Kid.