Church, dinner, a warning from Dad:
Not too early,
Footsteps, giggles, very loud whispers ...
three boys in our room.
Early, Christmas morning.
Boxes, ribbons, papers, bags,
tags, tabs, bows, cards.
Building, sorting, playing, listening.
Family, friends, lots of food.
Quiet evening talking, sharing,
*from the files of very bad poetry by Bia