D.Christmas tears

There we sit all in a row,
ready to rip and go.
Father christmas he has been,
hopffuly bring all our dreams.
Rips the paper with great hast,
like theres no time to waste!
First black hair dose apear,
look of panic ,look of fear.
Tears well up in his eyes,
thay burst there banks he began to cry!
"Father christmas sent me a doll!"
"ive been bad please no no!"
"ive not been that bad this past year"
NOT EVEN TRYING TO WIPE AWAY THE TEARS!
"Open the rest" my mum dose rant
"before i really give you somthing to cry about"
He takes the rest of the paper away,
a boxing hand puppet for him to play.