As
soon
as it was
time, and we
were allowed,
we ran in to bounce
on our parents’ bed:
“It’s Christmas!” we cried.
“Wake up! Wake up!” Then,
we all went to see the tree, bright
colors glinting off tinsel, garlands,
and ornaments, offset by the dark branches
and sky. Our stockings were stuffed, our tree
surrounded by gifts, but in the mad frenzy of
torn wrapping and cut ribbons, the warmth of a hug
And their faces lit by those happy lights were the
best
gifts
of all.