When I Wasnít Looking

ďThe sooner you go to sleep
The sooner Christmas will come
Just close those beautiful eyes
And dreams will come one by one.Ē

Oh, thatís hardly good advice
When youíre six and full of hope
Thereís just so much I might miss
Howís a first grader to cope?

Iím staring at the ceiling
Iím listening down the hall
Iím watching shadowed windows
Thereís Christmas gifts for one and all

The minutes stretch on like hours
Hours resemble days on end
The passing of the dark night
Wondering, ďWhat did grandma send?Ē

Somehow midst the faithful watch
Eyelids slipped on past the guard
Hearts let down by weary eyes
Staying awake is oh so hard

Moment slip and Iím awake
Suddenly cross with myself
Daylight came- I didnít know
The clock teases from the shelf

I run downstairs - check the tree
Presents wrapped for girl and boy
I didnít need to see it -
The coming of Christmas joy

Each Christmas parents watch it
And it never fails to please
The awe-filled eyes of childhood
Opening presents on their knees

- Glenn A. Hascall -

[ by: Glenn A. Hascall Copyright © 2004 (cmi@prairieweb.com) -- from Glenn A. Hascall ]


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