Socks - JD McPherson

Early Christmas morning, sneaky as can be

I creep across the carpet and I peek under the tree

Pick out a gift from Mom to me, bring it to my ear

Give it a little shimmy-shake and what do I hear?

Socks!

(Tube socks)

This is the worst gift I ever got

It doesn’t beep or buzz or bop or rattle in the box

Hey, why’d you waste the paper on a lousy pair of socks?

Tip-toe to the mantle, a scowl upon my brow

I reach up to my stocking hanging from a holly bough

I reach right in and feel around for Santa Claus’s loot

But all I find is something there to insulate my boots

Socks!

(Knee-high)

Santa, how could you let me down?

It doesn’t slip or slide or spring or make a sound that rocks

Hey, why’d you stuff my stocking with a lousy pair of socks?

O Moms and Dads across the land, be careful what you do

Your girls and boys might ball 'em up and toss 'em back at you

And next time when old Santa comes and the evening’s getting late

Instead of milk and cookies I will leave upon his plate

Socks!

(Argyle)

This is the worst gift I ever got

It doesn’t beep or buzz or bop or rattle in that box

Why’d you waste the paper on a lousy pair of socks?