Waiting for Christmas

Waiting,

So close but so far away.

Christmas Eve.

Milk poured,

Cookies set,

Stockings hung.

Anticipation filling the air.

Thoughts of ‘‘What am I going to get?”

Sleep comes in small spurts,

Its 10p.m. before I fall asleep.

Then it’s 3a.m.

Jumping on the bed,

Filled with excitement.

What is sleep?

The hours pass by so slowly.

I know I can’t go downstairs until 6:00

Even then what if not everyone is awake?

Sitting on the couch, 

Watching gifts flow out from under the beautifully lit tree,

Wondering what’s inside for me.

Minutes tick by feeling like hours.

Father asks why I’m awake so soon.

I’m waiting. 

 
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rylee.mclam@oxbowhs.org

VT

19 years old

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