So, this is Christmas morning... <br />everyone is here. <br />I don't really understand it <br />cause it isn't very clear, <br /> <br />but Mom and Dad are happy, <br />there's pretty ribbons everywhere, <br />lots of things that they call presents <br />and even paper I can tear. <br /> <br />They keep showing me this new stuff, <br />balls and books and even soxes... <br />they don't seem to know how fun it is <br />just playing with these boxes.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-s-first-christmas-children/
