Christmas Morning
She woke, stretched arms above her head
A starkness, white, across the tiny room
It felt as though she floated in her bed
Her mind went whoosh and zoom
It was Christmas morning
And many a sound could be heard
Robins twittered without warning
Her eyes screwed against the light, blurred
She sat up and shivered against the chill
Wondered would the fires be roaring
Promised surprises awaiting gave her a thrill
Springing out from the covers, her heart adoring
Nimbly running down the stairs
The tree sparkled, adorned greeted her
Presents in abundance, stuffed teddy bears
The cat curled up meowing her purr
Mama and Papa awaited there
With orphaned Johnny and Little Rose
Bouncing blond ringlets, jet ebony hair
Lit wax candles cast their dancing glows
Within seconds hugs and kisses anew
The Christmas gifts were torn open
Wrapping and ribbons around the room flew
Wild whoops and yells of excitement spoken
The fire roared its orange and burning flames
While outside the snow blustery came
The children played, with echoed exclaims
Spreading out counters and a board game
Wonderland flurry wrapped the garden in white
A tiny robin at red berries nip and pecking
The garden a winter’s magical sight
An iridescent pure silver icy flecking.
Happy Christmas to you all. With love, peace and joy.
Soulla xxx
