And all through my house,
Was the pitter and patter of me and my spouse.
Trying to hide from the boy in his room,
Who was trying to sleep knowing Santa's due soon.
The problem, it seemed, due to dreams of the night,
Was the door would pop open and on went the light!
Anxiety reigned for my hubby and me.
When could we put the gifts under the tree?
Every five minutes the boy would peek,
To see if his stocking was filled up yet. Eek!
At three in the morning, success came at last!
We settled to bed and tried to relax, when-
Pop! went the door and Snap! went the light!
The boy was awake and in awe of the sight!
His stocking was full, his joy overflowed,
And we pretended to sleep, keeping our eyes closed,
As he crept to our room, bounty in hand,
Waiting to show us his presents so grand.
Finding us napping, back to bed the boy slumped,
And we, the two Scrooges, felt like crabby, old grumps.
Give us a minute or two of a peaceful night's sleep,
A few precious seconds with nary a peep.
But, alack and alas, that was just not to be,
For the boy was too full of Christmas excitement and glee.
So up we all got, Dad, Sis and Me,
And we gathered ourselves close by to the tree.
Big Brother arrived, and we all shared our gifts,
Opening our presents in synchronized shifts.
Joy filled our hearts and love filled the room,
And our sleepless night slipped away with the moon.
Christmas, it seemed, had taken us all,
To a place, where we knew, we could all safely fall.
A sure place of comfort, solace and peace,
Where happiness, yes, overcame us with ease.
So, friends, I do hope that you all too enjoyed,
A Christmas seen through the eyes of a boy,
Or a girl for whom the night was too much,
To bring you remembrance of when it was such
A treat to be young, with thoughts that were full
Of a jolly old fellow, with a sleigh he would pull,
Full of the things that would thrill and delight,
And make you forget about sleep in the night.