Christmas Morning

I used to wake up very early in the morning, and walk down stairs to see the Christmas tree. Covered with ornaments that shone in the colored lights, blinking and chasing each other. Tinsel hung carelessly from isolated needles, reflected each color with slight, little movements. And atop this tree, the center piece of the living room, stood a star so bright, it drew your attention. You could no longer walk in, and not gaze at this colorful glory, and the beauty of ornaments so fragile and light. Yet on Christmas morning, before all were awake, I would sneak down again, but for my greedy purpose. I would locate all the presents that were mine, and count and imagine what they could possibly be. Then in my mind I would paint a picture, of how they all looked, wrapping still intact, for to me, that was a beauty I loved with my all. Then I would retreat back to my sleeping abode, and there I would find my stocking, ready to explode. Stockings I loved for the presents were simple, yet they were my favorite, because it dawned the beginning. I would occupy myself for the next few hours, waiting for sunlight to peep through the blinds, playing with toys and spoiling my appetite. When the sun came and the day became new, the rest would awake, with the scent of coffee brewed. This time for me was depressing in nature, for this was the end of Christmas lights, ornaments, and wrapping paper. This moment would pass as we all gathered around the couch, and we all took turns opening our gifts. Whatever I recieved really didn't matter, because I was just happy that we were all together. I love the bright colors as they shine from each house, and the sight of Christmas trees living indoors, which no other tree has the liberty of experiencing. The image of presents underneath the tree, is a beauty of happiness, spectacular to me. But the most important aspect of every Christmas, is sharing time with my family, and those that are new. The meaning of Christmas is so simple in my heart, I'm so thankful, and pray that we'll never be apart. I can't wait to have a family, that my love and I have started. Then the family grows, and our tree becomes bigger. Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 03:59 PM PST   0 • 12