Christmas Morn
Christmas Morn
The tree is lit,illuminating gifts under
it's branches.
The stairs start creaking and children are
peeking.
Descending ,with oohs and awes.
The desire to open the gifts is a tempting
invitation.
For now they sit with eyes so big, to ponder
brightly wrapped gifts , encased with their
names on.
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.
Anne Rutherford
Copyright 2008
Poems From The Heart
Series
Copyright © Anne Rutherford | Year Posted 2012
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