Christmas Morning
Together we recall,
delicate moments-
smells, whispers and dreams.
Back to simpler times,
sweet memories-
rush to forethought.
Tiptoeing softly,
down creaky stairs-
sneaking a peak.
Early morning before dawn,
presents piled high-
teasing and tempting.
Calling to curiosity,
shaking for sounds-
size and weight, enticing wonderment.
Hearing the rumble and grumble,
Dad's truck pulling in-
we race back to bed.
Pretending to sleep,
another hour or two-
till we gather and pounce.
Upon their bed,
waking mom, startling dad-
breakfast and coffee.
We would sit,
like a pack of wolves-
hovering ready to attack.
Around the tree,
maybe to stockings first-
finally to unleash.
Frenzied ripping and tearing,
to reveal our prize-
treasure galore on Christmas morn.
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