Here is my official entry:

There once was a girl from Pennsylvania
who was ready for the North Pole, not Transylvania
She got up very early
Her Dad got somewhat surly
Regardless she enjoyed Christmas mania

There was once a boy from the same place
who had not a clue (judging his babyface)
he seemed to have a good time
the formula mixed fine
And he ushered in his first Christmas like an ace.

The mother was proud of the two of them
She sometimes squawked and clucked like a hen
This was mostly dad's fault
Had he not drank too much malt
fermented with hops, and scotch and gin

The dad often likes to smoke full body cigars
and long ago caroused too much at local bars
he's domesticated now
lest wifey has too many cows
but he still longs to work on his vintage car.

Thank you for the contest, Jamie.