The restless child wakes from her bed,
creeps out her room and down the hall.
The lights of the Christmas tree, illumined through the night,
flicker on the stairway wall as she heads downstairs.
She peeks around the corner to see her sister there,
fast asleep on the couch.
Tomorrow is the Christmas Day. When all the bells on earth will ring. The toys will be opened. Laughter and joy will fill the house.
The stillness of the night now. The quiet light of the Christmas tree. The waiting for the day. For tomorrow is the Christmas Day.
She creeps up under the blanket with her sister where,
The lights of the Christmas tree, illumined through the night,
shine on the sisters, bundled together asleep.
They wait for the Christmas Day. When our Savior was born.
Tomorrow is the Christmas Day. When all the bells on earth will ring. The gift will be here. Laughter and joy will fill the earth.
Our Savior is born.
- words to the poem, "The Christmas Day" by Max Dvoznik
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