Child Christmas

December 25, 2009

Lined up,
smallest I stand in the back;
from oldest to youngest
big brother always sees first.
Only one sneak peak:
Tree lights flickering,
echoing through the glass doors.

Scent of new pajamas,
a combination with butterflies-
How cosmic our urge to
bust through that weak door.

Mannheim music
softly heard from out of
a small boom box
blending and creating further
harmonies with the fire crackle.

Outside, black as a caved in tunnel,
falls frozen rain, flowing in
a diagonal motion;
street lights reveal such bustle.

Golden door knob rotates;
Dad tells us
Old Saint Nick stopped by…
Quickly! Let’s enter
before the sun beats Christmas morning
in Pleasant Grove.