A Toylander Christmas
It?s the night before Christmas, and the workshop is locked,
No one is building all progress has stopped.
The plans are laid out on the workbench with care,
And things are progressing, grandpa?s working with care.
The panels are fitted, the metalwork too,
And the seating is plush, with room just for two.
The body is finished, the paint shining bright,
The bright work is gleaming, in the workshops dim light.
The wiring is done, and some was quite hard,
The motor is working, and the batteries charged.
The indicators flicker, the lights are so bright,
Grandad?s been working so hard for this night.
The workshop is opened; grandpa turns on the light,
The new wheels are fitted, and the nuts done up tight.
The Toylander?s finished, and all?s looking good,
There?s going to be envy, in our neighbourhood.
The children are sleeping, tucked up in their beds,
With dreams of new bicycles, swirling in heads.
The morning arrives, and kids venture out,
On Scooters and Bicycles, while parent?s lookout.
Then into the street, your grandchild appears,
With a smile that stretches across to both ears.
Your child is so happy; no gift is like this,
And you can just bet, that no other exists.
Their eyes they just twinkle, their face looks so merry,
And the cold winter air turns their nose to a cherry!
The little car?s purring, and oh what a sight,
It?s not going to end quick, the car?s running right!
The onlooker?s stare, the kids are dumbstruck,
Why couldn?t my dad bless me with such luck?
Grandad?s so proud, his chest filled with pride,
Everyone watching wishes they could have a ride.
The day?s fun is over, and the car?s put away,
More fun can be had, when you visit another day.
The project was worth it, the headaches too,
The best thing of all, It was built JUST BY YOU.
