Purity

It is Christmas Eve
I am ten
My five siblings await
The morning
And our presents.
Excitement shimmers
In the air,
We are children on
The edge of the most
Festive event of the year.
We watch Scrooge on TV
And laugh for no reason
We can explain as
Smiles reflect from
Christmas tree lights.
We each lay awake for
What seems hours too
Aware of time to sleep,
Waking to a light turned
On and an adult’s call.
We tear into our presents
Despite our parents urging
Us to save the wrapping
Paper for next year which
We mostly ignore in our
Hunt for our loot like glory.
There are oranges and
Exotic coconuts in our
Xmas stockings hanging
Above the fireplace,
Looking for chocolates and
Nuts to crack and gobble
As we peruse our haul.
Smiles and candy kisses,
I am content at our
Christmas benchmark.
We are without sentient
Restraint and without any
Thought except for
Ourselves and being allowed
This treat on Christmas
Just to be a child
And happy,
Our best
Gift at
Christmas.