Christmas Eve

The hands on the clock move at a crawl,

as time passes by at an agonizing pace.

I know he’s coming while I sleep, and yet

I can’t stop myself from taking another

peek out the window near the door.

I helped mommy decorate the tree today,

and saw mommy turn her head quickly to

the side to hide her tears when she placed

certain decorations on the tree. 

Mommy says he’ll be here for sure, that

nothing could keep him from making it in time

for Christmas morning.  He promised after all,

and that’s good enough for her.

But it’s snowing awfully hard outside tonight,

and I don’t see many cars passing by on the street.

I don’t see how he will be able to make it home

in time.

Mommy tucks me into bed and pulls the covers

up to just the right spot.  She kisses me goodnight

and gives me a big hug.  “Don’t worry mommy,” I said,

“daddy will make it home tonight.  I just know it.”

And so he did.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole