By Aarron Mondello
24/12/2017
It’s the morning of Christmas
And all through the house
Children were waking
With a calamitous shout
Like stampeding elephants
The run down the hall
Nearly trampling the toddler
When unbalanced he falls
Into the lounge room
And up to the tree
They all go a sprinting
Squealing with glee
There’s a rustle of paper
Then sharp tearing sounds
All voices are silent
While they see what they have found
From Mum and Dads room
There came a great roar
“We’ve not got our coffee
Best open no more”
Collectively they groan
As though with one voice
They back away from the presents
Knowing they’ve got no choice
Big Sister then says
“We’d best fix them a drink
Or trick them with water
In a mug. Do you think?”
They all heard Mums voice
All knowing and smug
“We know the sound
Of cold water in a mug.”
Dejected rejected
They head for the kitchen
All except for the toddler
Who waited expectant
The coffee was made
Finally done
So Big Sis called out
“Come Dad and come Mum.”
Mere moments had passed
They went back to see
Mr Four Year Old Brother
Unwrapped all under the tree
There followed tears and tantrums
Crying and fights
None were as happy
As on Christmas Eve night
I’ll finish this tale
By telling you true
They all had a great Christmas
I hope you do too.
©Aarron Mondello2017
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