23 December 2012
One night, the sound of tiny feet, Padding across the old wood floor, Their wide eyes filled with the dust of sleep, A thin blanket shared among amongst the four, A mass of gold hair and loose silk gowns, Eyes alight and spellbound, A sense of excited suspense was found, And pure wonder of what lay before
In the silent unspoken event, Could be seen much a wondrous sight, A dazzling palace, stood radiant, 'Twas the Christmas tree in morning light, Great orbs of silver, adorned the tree, And below the children could all see, Presents with ribbons, a silent plea, To be opened and shared with much delight
© JP
Christmas Morning Wonder • Opuss № I