(A/N: this time, my legs ache from DDR. It was Christmas Eve when Uncle Jan took me to play)

Christmas morn, my legs, they ache,

But happy, regardless, I am.

I open a present, lo and behold,

Isn't this a sham?

DDRMAX2 is there, waiting in my hand,

Looking oh so good to play.

Luckily, Renee still has

Her dance pads to this day.

I barely sit still long enough,

Before i'm in her room,

Hooking up the PS2

And getting ready to zoom.

She joins in my happy game,

She isn't all that bad.

She hasn't had the practice

That I have with only her pad.

We play for veritable hours,

Before he have to stop.

We've danced and sweated and worn ourselves out,

Until we feel we're gonna pop.

The next day we are ready to go,

My game is packed safe near me,

I never got to play Jason,

He was just too busy.

Uncle beeper keeps the talk

That he wants to come out east

I have a schedule planned all out,

If only they'd come out east.

But when I see Jason again,

That time I swear I won't miss

The chance to dance against him,

And we'll see who's better at this.