Little Feet

Recalling special holidays past, my favorite thoughts would be, three pairs of feet running down the hall to wake up the Christmas tree. The excitement and the chaos, as wrapping paper was torn, squeals of delight throughout the house as Christmas day was born. At times I thought it might be nice, to be free of all the riot, just to enjoy an hour or two with things a bit more quiet. It’s funny what you wish for, sometimes regretting what you say, changes that look better often don’t turn out that way. Children grow and then they’re gone, now that my time’s more free, I realize hearing those little feet meant everything to me. So this year as we celebrate And raise a glass of cheer my grandchildren run through the house, I’ve got new little feet to hear. They are the magic that is Christmas, so bring on the noise and clatter, for being together with those you love is all that will ever matter. Liz Reilly Children in rhyme contest