Christmas Memory

It is Christmas morning,
i was filled with anticipation I couldn't sleep.
I jump out of my bed with enjoyment,
As I struggle to put my shirt on


My brother and I run down the stairs
Faster than lightning,
the first thing I see is the presents,
Under the Christmas tree.


The tree is glistening,
making the presents illuminated,
like stars in the winter sky


I look out the window,
and feel like I'm in a snow globe