A Memory of Christmas

*** This poem is written about my mother. I hope you like it. I hope it makes sense. I am restless in my bed. Where is the jolly man? Is he on the roof getting ready to come down my chimney? Or flying over my house ready to land? I close my eyes. I wake up and now I am not that little girl anymore. I am more mature but the feeling of Christmas still excites me. I smile and hear the sounds of three little feet. Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Can we go open our presents now? Yes little ones. Lets go see what the jolly man brought us. I see the smiles on my daughters' and son's face light up the room. *************************************************** Sharon, Sharon, wake up. You ready to do it again. It is 2012 and the three little kids are young adults. Christmas time is here and has brought love into our hearts.