“Merry early Christmas!” said my brother with a smile.
“Come open a present, celebrate with me awhile.”
“Santa got an early start, and must’ve bumped his head,
cause, look, I found our presents underneath our parents’ bed!”
Then from the darkness underneath,
A fiend with neither hair nor teeth
Wrenched our ship between his grip
And tossed us from the briny deep.
I have a hand, I have an eye
I have a telescope to spy.
So, on we walk to never stop,
My fearsome crew and I.