Twas the night before the party and all through the house;
the children were waiting like a little, quiet mouse.
The bicycles were parked in the Big Shop with care.
And the bounce house was hopping and filled up with air.
To slide down like monkey's; three at a time.
And though a little early, the presents came in.
Puzzles, and clothes, trinkets and slinkies.
Sandals, and stickers, and new Toy Story "binkies."
When out on the breezeway, there arose such a clatter,
they flung open the door to see what was the matter.
Not reindeer hoofs, but squeals of glee.
Cause we got new bikes like Lightning McQueen!
Now Laci too!
To the top of the slide! To the bottom they fall!
Tomorrow we turn FOUR, come one and come all!