A Child's Christmas

i wait patiently
staring in anticipation
at those wonderful boxes
tempting me so.

big and small
wide and tall
they haunt me
calling me closer

a little shake
will be okay
just to cure
that curiosity

i crawl slowly
to the neath of the tree
a giggle escapes
i am so close

"don't shake your boxes johnny
santa would not agree"
i bow my head and crawl away
wondering what it could be