3 Children on Christmas Morning

Daughter age 8 

It’s only been a few hours 
and you come into my room too early 
I groan and secretly conceal my excitement 

Jumping on the bed 
Your small hands and feet plead 
Poking and pushing you awaken me 
My eyes are still closed yet I am aware 

These moments won’t last forever 
You will grow up, as will I 
But we will never forget this Christmas morning 

Daughter age 10 

Lovies, snuggies, and stuffies don’t stand a chance in your presence. 
Your overwhelming love would muffle them 
and subdue all in submission of your all encompassing love. 

It is as if your tiny frame cannot contain all the love you feel. 
The world would benefit from spending some time with you. 
Even the unwrapped boxes are beneficiaries of your embrace. 
You don’t even know what the gift is, but you love it even before it is opened. 

I have loved you with the same love. 

Son age 12 

We all have final moments of wonder and belief. 
While beginning something new, they invite us to remember. 
I too once believed in something and someone. 

You are starting to see Santa now. 
Santa for who he truly is and not just as we would have hoped him to be 
I wonder if he disappoints you? 

Whatever gift is given cannot compare to who you are.