Jingle in My Socks

I woke up to a squeaky floor. Snowflakes tapping at my door.

A reindeer parked on my front lawn. I grabbed my scarf,

my woolly hat. My dog wore boots, imagine that. And off we

ran to find the dawn. There's a jingle in my socks. Oh yes,

there is. Every step's a little shimmy. It's Christmas bliss. I'm sliding down

the hallway. Spinning like a top. There's a jingle in my socks.

And it just won't stop. Stop. The gingerbread men formed a band.

With candy canes and pots in hand. The drummer was a marshmallow.