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.