Christmas Morning

Nothing could match
The excitement
Of Christmas morning
We raced downstairs
Our hearts pounding
Filled with trepidation
Eagerly anticipating
What Santa Claus brought us
The tension was palpable
When we looked
By our Christmas tree
Our eyes grew wide
As we saw a mountain of gifts
We raced upstairs at 6am
To awake our parents
Then back downstairs
We all went
We ripped open our gifts
Each one a treasure
Then we ate a piece
Of a birthday cake for Jesus
We prayed and read the
Christmas story in Luke
Then we ate our cake
With a big glass
Of eggnog with nutmeg on top
Oh those childhood Christmases
I will never forget them

by Zachary Uram
(c) 2023