I creep downstairs at 2am

to count my presents,

then go to bed.

As I pick up each one,

To feel its weight,

I wonder if it’s relevant.

Did people like the thought of us,

Huddled together on Christmas Day?

Then opening each gift and book,

See the joy and laughter on each look.

Did someone invent the tradition,

Of Christmas and gifts collision?

Or was it a parental excuse

To see the children’s faces and looks,

When they open each gift and book?