I am looking for the words to a poem I recited at a Christmas play
when I was in the third grade about 65 years ago.  The title was "I'm
watin' for the twenty sixth".  It was about a little boy that was
trying to be good until the day after Christmas.  The first verse was:
 I've washed my face and combed my hair: I've not forgot to say my
prayers.  I've never jerked or slammed the door, nor gone a sliding on
the floor, because for weeks ago I knew that Christmas Day would soon
be due.  I'm watin' for the twenty-sixth.