Okay, not as good, but then, this is off the top of my head:
Christmas trees, all aglow
With balls and lights and ersatz snow
Wreathes and stockings hanging low
“Which are mine?” they want to know.
Kids and Christmas—made for each other
Just like twins, brother and brother
Piles of presents under the tree
And each kid asking, “Which one’s for me?”
Christmas day, two’re up already
“Can we go down?” “No, no, hold steady:
First wake Timmy, Neil and Freddy
And for God’s sake, also get Betty!”
And then, all up and rarin’ to go
Down they fly as I yell Tally-ho-ho!”
Santa has come and their faces shine.
I can’t be happier—these kids, they’re mine.