The house is trimmed in holly green, with tinsel strands untold, Tiny lights upon the tree, more precious far than gold. Families decorated every inch, inside and out with care, All the preparations finished now, the perfect scene complete. The sound of ripping paper bright, the squeals of pure delight, Checking stockings full and deep, bathed in the morning light. The adults just smile and happily watch, their own work nearly done, The greatest gift is being here, enjoying everyone! The air is thick with sage and spice, the turkey starts to heat, A perfect day of simple joys, a scene you can't defeat. From tiny bows to worn-out toys, the memories we find, Leaving the cold world on the porch, leaving all cares behind. The wonder in a child's eyes is more than silver bells, It's the simple truth that Christmas holds, the magic that compels. Watching them explore their treasures, with smiles and whispered dreams, The true joy of the holiday, the love that brightly gleams. The turkey cooks and the fire glows, the morning starts to fade, But the love and laughter that we share, is the choice that we have made. The scent of spice and woodsmoke soft, the greatest gift of all, Is watching them, with hearts content, a perfect sight to see. The stockings empty, the wrapping gone, but the feeling lingers still, A Christmas peace that fills the home, right up to the window sill. Merry Christmas, full of light... The Christmas Morning Unfold.
