Giggles erupt from the huddle.
Excited nudges, toothless smiles.
The air fills with high pitched chatter,
as children talk all at once; no one listening.
Too much fun.
Shiny paper torn asunder, thrust behind.
Fingers break into cardboard boxes
to grasp treasures within.
Hovering in the background,
camera flashing,
parents revel in the joy before them.
A Christmas scene played out
in a thousand living rooms.
It won't be long before little voices everywhere plead;
Daddy, please can I have a go?
...... IT IS MINE !
John Buchanan
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