As The Children Scream

All nestled in their beds

Thoughts of what delights 

Danced throught their heads 

Is it the latest electronics for him

Perhaps the cutest doll for her

Guaranteed design fashions for them...

Down the hall..

Through the door

Let's take a peak at another festive fall

A glimpse in the window 

Children curled by the fire

Just a limb with some string

Blocking such a view

Still melodies of grandeur 

Rings out with warmth and cheer

Laughter hearty and sincere

Morning comes...

A tale of two experiences unfold

One of paper 

The other of gold

To be cherished the both proclaim 

Yet in all truth

They are far from the same

As the children scream...

Look! Look!

What Santa left for me!