As Eve passes,
And night turns to day,
Dreams are left behind,
And children wake up to a special holiday.
What curiosity they bear,
Unknowing of what the festive gift wrap hides
Or what treasures their stockings hold.
They rush to the tree, pushing siblings aside,
Searching for the present
That is marked by their name.
Paper is ripped,
Bows torn apart in a competitive flame
As parents stand aside,
Hoping children aren’t ashamed.