Awaking from my dreams,

I peer out at the soft snow.

It lay there still as an owl,

Silently informing me that

Christmas morning has arrived.

My heart thunders,

As I sprint down the stairs.

The green tree welcomes me

Along with my parents,

Smiles across their faces.

I hear the wrapping paper

Crumple under my hand.

I tear it off, quick as lightning,

To find the shiny, new game

I have waited to receive.

After all the gifts,

And many heart filled hugs,

Comes the enormous breakfast

With food galore,

Christmas morning is as extravagant as can be!