I woke up in the morning; it was Christmas morning.
I looked out of the window and saw not a cloud nor leaf.
I raced downstairs and opened the door,
my face radiating with excitement and awe.
Baubles tinkled on the tree,
and under it were presents waiting for me.

A modelled elf sat by the fire,
warming its toes by the flames of desire.
I looked outside at the blanket of snow,
and my mother walked in greeting me, Hello.

Eagerly, I ran to the present and tore it open.
I froze in shock – what an emotion!
It glimmered and gleamed.
It shone and it beamed.
It was the only thing I could ever want.