Oh, how I used to love it,
When grandpa came to stay.
I hoped he'd stick around for good,
And never go away.
Until, that is, last Christmas eve,
When tucked in bed, excited,
A shape came shifting through the dark,
'Santa?' thought I, delighted.
But when it raised the covers,
Breath settling on my brow,
I heard my father's father say,
'Don't worry - Gramp's here now'.