My Childhood Christmas

There is nothing like
The excitement of Christmas morning
While Mommy and Daddy are snoring

My sisters and I
Wake up at dawn
Today Christ was born

We get our parents
Then begin opening gifts
Outside are snowdrifts

Our gorgeous Christmas tree
With its blinking colored lights
Such beautiful sights

A mountain of gifts
Awaited us to open
We tore into them before a word was spoken

We feast on fruit cake
And sip hot cocoa with whipped cream
The holiday magic feels like a dream

On the radio
We hear Christmas songs
People are listening by the throngs

Finally, I curl up
In my warm bed
While dreams of Christmas swirl in my head

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024