Yellow shag carpet itches through flannel Christmas pajamas
Unicorn shaped slippers squirm on size seven feet
At the top of the stairs.
Light laughter of Mom and Dad
And the smell coffee float up to tiny noses
Bacon crackles on the stove
“Up on the House top” swells to a close
And then hush descends.
The silence between tracks.
Mom clears her throat.
By stockings filled to bursting.
Little lips are bit, eyes grow wide.
Willing the walls to transform to windows
At the top of the stairs
Then it comes,
That sweet release
And elephants descend,
Tripping over unicorned feet
From the top of the stairs.
What are your Christmas morning memories? Any parents have a new perspective watching your own kids? Do share, and Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!