Tearing into colourful paper,
Tossing ribbon on the floor
Squeals of delight to savour,
Peals of laughter, children roar.
Bleary-eyed, the parents listen
Watching from their bedroom door.
Sleep-deprived, camera's not working,
Christmas morning's here once more.
(c)Practicing Poetess poetry
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