Its Christmas

The sleepy eyes, the excited cries, the whoops and hollers and the early rise. The stampede downstairs, the jumping on chairs, the ooh's and aah's and the wide eyed stares. The tearing of paper on Christmas morn, mothers tired smile and fathers yawn. The hasty breakfast, the chocolate smiles, Skypeing the relatives across the miles. The turkey, the pudding, the crackers, the Queen, the overindulgence, the last strawberry cream. The cold turkey sarnies, charades, Pictionary, laughing at grandma, who's a little merry. The wind down, the nightgown, turn out the light. A last nip of port, Merry Christmas, Goodnight!