Christmas Morning

by Marcie Meredith aged 8

Every dazzling Christmas,
I wake up like never before,
Not even being tired.
I hear the morning crackle
And the fire freckle.
I open my stocking with a flabbergasted smile.
As lunch arrives,
I eat my turkey, as people laugh and cheer,
Dessert comes and I’m already full up,
I eat as fast as a spotty cheetah.

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