It is Christmas
The holiest of nights.
When long ago
A child was born
Whose words changed our world.
Now on this the night before
Christmas
Children excitedly prepare.
‘Bed before he comes,’ parents say,
‘He wont stop if he sees you awake.’
Hurriedly they are ready for bed
Last minute arrangements
To make Santa feel welcome,
Christmas cake, milk in a glass,
All left out to welcome him in.
Then off to bed, soon sound asleep
Parents wait before looking in
On sleeping children
Dreaming of the tree, and their stockings full.
From the earliest light there is noise,
Squeals and cries of joy
As discoveries are made.
After we open and rejoice
Exchange and express our thanks,
We take a moment to remember why,
We celebrate this very day.
Morpethroad 
Merry Christmas Michael… Christmas and the laughter of children in the early mornings … takes me back to those beautiful smiling innocent faces, ripping open their presents. I hope you have a beautiful Christmas day …ham sandwich and all 😉 (hugs)
Thanks, the way things are going the ham sandwich is going to have to be the basis of a post Christmas poem.
You have a great one too my friend.
🙂 I shall try – you will never live this ham sanga down now – you know that don’t you 😉
You think I’ll become known for it? So much for inviting guests for Christmas lunch of a ham sandwich.
hmm maybe a pastrami one just to mix it up a little?
Happy holidays
Thank you Anja, and the same to you. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas!
Thank you, and a Merry Christmas to you.
This sounds very much like the Christmases I knew as a child! I remember those early morning awakenings and running downstairs to see what was under the tree! Merry Christmas to you, Michael.
Thank you Mary, yes those days we never forget. Merry Christmas to you, I hope it’s a good one.
Lovely poem, lovely memories described, lovely message!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen, Have a good one.
Have a great Christmas Michael.
Thanks Al, you too.
Have a good one.
🙂 I’ll try my best
You can do no more.
Have that feast ready for your kids Al.
I will. I look forward to seeing them Thursday morning
Lovely…miss those mornings.
Yes so do I my children are all grown now and their children are now enjoying those Christmas mornings. Thank you Oliana. What a lovely name by the way. I am Michael
Hello Michael. Oliana Kim is a pseudonym. But the name is taken from my loved ones. Oli my son Ana my daughter.
They make a beautiful combination. My name is my name, nothing symbolic about it…lol….thanks again for visiting my blog…you are welcome to call again.
I will.. goodnite.
A perfect picture!
Thanks RoSy, how well I remember those mornings.