Christmas Morning: a Christmas Memories Poem
Christmas morning comes
And little feet pitter patter to the living room.
Children are excited to see the Christmas stockings hanging from the fire place stuffed and presents all wrapped with care sitting under the Christmas tree.
Stockings are opened
and breakfast of waffles and hot chocolate are had.
Then their is a panic and rush to get the turkey into the oven so that it can be enjoyed in the evening around the table by loved ones.
Finally into the oven goes the turkey and the parents breathe a sigh of relief. It's now time to relax around the Christmas tree and enjoy opening Christmas presents and seeing what everyone got and the reactions on everyone's faces.
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