Christmas morning

Christmas morning sounds
like paper rustling, birds singing,
cicadas chanting, sending Christmas messages,
under skies of shining blue, I feel content;
mum and dad move around the house,
but I don’t want to go out yet,
I just want to lay here, enjoy the serenity,
I want to be like Anne of Green Gables,
see awesomeness in everything;
past Christmases blur into carols,
some sad and lonely, I remember,
still get teary, but maybe it’s okay
to have sad memories to go with good;
this Christmas I’m hoping for happy,
the delights of anticipation, as Anne would say.