Christmas Day

Early Christmas morn around three
I awoke to the wind and a crash
Leaping from bed in the dark, just me
Wandered about as winds continued to lash

Windows rattled, and all seemed alright
But was concerned that the sound really mattered
The patio umbrella was no longer upright
The glass patio table had been shattered!

Then, it was hard to get back to sleep
I tossed and turned as I thought
About previous hours in dreams so deep
And gifts unopened and recently bought

Dawn came and the family slowly awoke
None had heard the nights tragic noise
But sorry that the table had broke
Now, open the gifts, for both girls and boys!