Christmas Eve As A Child

In spite of my longing, Nothing can bring back The Christmas Eves Of my childhood. Filled with joy, and due Anticipation— It was the “day” that We’d waited for all year long. There was always a warm, Cozy fire. And lots of fruits, candy And delicious pastries. Going to bed early was a must And it was hard falling asleep— Wondering if we had been Good enough that Santa Should remember us. No one wanted to be forgotten At Christmastime. At dawn, we arose and headed For the Christmas tree— Hoping that Santa had left Some goodies, as he always did: Clothes and toys— Our very heart’s desire. Each child’s name was written On their neatly wrapped gift; And, oh, the fun we had Unwrapping them. Christmas Eve was Worth the wait; But Christmas was the icing On the cake.