In my earliest days of butterscotch sunshine,
To possess a new bike was my deepest wish,
So I asked it of my father one Christmastime,
Launching a childish memory which I cherish!

My dad promised, and he ever kept his word,
In the hopscotch days of skies sapphire blue.
Joy awaited on Christmas Day, ere we stirred,
As the first dream I ever dreamed came true!