Prance

My sister has a long blue dress, Mother made mine too, And told us not to make a mess! Keep our hands neatly folded, Don't prance or scamper about, Neither of us wanted to be scolded! Then Santa and MS. Claus came. On a sparkling winter boat. It was too much for us! No joke! First our knees began to jump, Then our feet started to pump, Both of us landed in a lump! Tumbling, rolling down hill, It was too late! We couldn't stay still! Over and over, we ran up the hill, Dropped to our knees, And tumbled down still! Now our blue dresses are muddy and green, I think our mother is going to scream!