Gramma's Too Small Pajamas

Every year on Christmas eve Underneath the Christmas tree In re-used boxes from JC Penney Packages with all our names Every one wrapped just the same In paper she's had since the 70's All the children gather round As Gramma passes gifts around Now everybody open them at once We all try to look excited Though we know just what's inside My oh my won't we be surprised Mom and dad can hardly wait For our humiliating fate Don't even try to hide their wicked smiles We tear and tear and tear away She must have used a mile of tape! But before we can get to what's inside She shakes her head, she slaps her knee And in a flustered voice decrees Oh, It's just pajamas! Gramma's too small pajamas! Gramma's too small pajamas! Christmas tradition all our own I can't wait til I'm too grown For Gramma's too small pajamas Now go upstairs and try them on! Do we really have to mom? Slowly and begrudgingly we go Gramma never seems to know In a year how much we grow We pull and tug, wiggle, yank and squeeze My collar stuck over my ear My face is red but not from cheer Sleeves so tight my hands are turning blue Half my belly hanging out Like Santa Clause after his route Pants reach down barely past my knees We all hang our heads in shame Everybody dressed the same Down the stairs and laughter fills the room Now gather round the Christmas tree For photos we hope noone will see In Gramma's too small pajamas! Another year another pair, That we will not ever wear Gramma's too small pajamas Gramma's too small pajamas! Gramma's too small pajamas! Christmas tradition all our own I can't wait til I'm too grown For Gramma's too small pajamas What will we all receive next year? Well we all know but to be clear It's Gramma's too small pajamas!