Today is my eighth birthday,
And I’m gonna get a surprise.
I’ve looked in our small hallway.
There’s no big package I recognize.
My mother has that special smile.
Dad just nods as he shaves his face.
My sister is so juvenile
saying that it could be any place.
I don’t need shirts or brand new shoes
I’ve prayed for one great thing.
I’ve looked and found no special clues.
Gosh, I hear the doorbell ring.
I see Grandma with a chocolate cake.
Aunt Fran has a CD that I like.
But I jumped for joy as I saw my Cousin Jake
Who was bringing me my brand new racer bike!
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