Another Quiet December Morning

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.