Christmas Morning
By Sawyer
I crawl out of bed
and the brisk air hugs me
And I shudder.
The dark room
greets my eyes
as I wait for my siblings to wake.
My siblings and I
tip toe
into the living room
like mice scuddling around,
unseen.
The stockings hang
on the fireplace
like bait
luring us to them.
We grab the red socks
and bring them to one of our rooms.
Inside the stockings
is cereal, crafts, and small toys.
We eat
and play
until our parents
awaken.
The tree
is a green sun,
lit up with lights
and ornaments.
The presents
invite us over,
and we sit
on the couches.
By Sawyer
I crawl out of bed
and the brisk air hugs me
And I shudder.
The dark room
greets my eyes
as I wait for my siblings to wake.
My siblings and I
tip toe
into the living room
like mice scuddling around,
unseen.
The stockings hang
on the fireplace
like bait
luring us to them.
We grab the red socks
and bring them to one of our rooms.
Inside the stockings
is cereal, crafts, and small toys.
We eat
and play
until our parents
awaken.
The tree
is a green sun,
lit up with lights
and ornaments.
The presents
invite us over,
and we sit
on the couches.
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