One Christmas morning
When my son was three
He snuck out of bed
To look under the tree.

His big blue eyes,
Danced with delight.
When he saw the gifts
In the glow of the lights.

In jumping pajamas
And curly blonde hair
He squealed the annoucement,
"Santa's been here!"

Then as I sat down
By the Christmas tree
He climbed in my lap
And I kissed his cheek.

It's then that I noticed
The bright red stain,
And kisses that tasted
Like candy cane.

There on the tree
The canes still hung,
Now wet and gooey;
He'd tasted each one.

Candy before breakfast,
This would not do
But it's Christmas..
Why not?
So I had one too!

  ©Linda Burger
11/16/03