Before you shake me awake in the dark--
Even the sun has sense enough to sleep longer than us.
Laying a finger to your lips to quell my protest of the late—early hour,
You take my hand and gently drag me along—Pooh bear in tow--
Past the still sleeping giants and out to the stairs.
The festive glow of electric candlelight is our guide
And Nature fixes her laced pattern of crystalline glory, dancing--
Across windowpanes as we descend the mountains of wonder.
You carefully make sure each little foot—smaller than yours—makes its landing
Until the symphony of rainbow globes and tinseled boughs fill my eyes.
Nestled below, the great elf has left his hopeful surprise--
We make confetti with little hands bent on triumph!
Here come the bright painted girls—no B girls please--
And galactic characters that hail from space--
Rock legends so tall, bikes, books, sweaters
Our most favorite Underoos--
Transform us into Captain America and Wonder Woman--
And, oh yes—two words—Donkey Kong.
Somewhere between joy and mechanical bliss
We miss the footsteps of titans as they join in our reverie--
If only for a turn of snowy sands.
But the best gift of all
Is seeing the sun and knowing--
That we can all— Finally— sleep for hours.