The tree is lit,illuminating gifts under
The stairs start creaking and children are
Descending ,with oohs and awes.
The desire to open the gifts is a tempting
For now they sit with eyes so big, to ponder
brightly wrapped gifts , encased with their
Desiring to see a parent come and say,
time to see what santa has left for you.
Then the opening begins, pleasantly
providing enjoyment for the parents
to see their children's fun.
Paper tossed all around,
The gifts opened one by one.
Poems From The Heart