Crinkly Christmas cracker
Sitting on the tree
Waiting for two curious hands
To pull at Christmas tea
Crinkly crisp cylinder shape
I give a little shake
I cannot, dare not shake too hard
Else your surprise may break
Your pretty braided edges
Shaped in paper gold
Are waiting for my curious hands
To grasp and take firm hold
All this painful waiting
is too cruel to be kind
Let me pull you Christmas cracker
To see what I will find
