Another quiet December morning, made quieter
by last night's snowfall. I tiptoe downstairs
by colored lights' gleam, anticipating.
She was awake again last night, or
rather, this morning, at three, but she
went back to sleep, thankfully. So who
knows when she'll awaken for the day.
I listen for the thud of her sleepy feet
hitting the floor when she stumbles out
of bed, sipping my coffee in excitement
to celebrate another December day.
We'll start with the chocolate and the
felt ornament in her advent calendar,
then watch the daily countdown on the
computer advent calendar, a gift from family.
I'll hold her close to catch her chocolate
breath, and tell her only twenty-one days till
Christmas, and twelve till your grandparents
arrive. The latter being better than a holiday.
And together we'll feel the thrill of getting
another day closer to total contentment.