A Son's First Christmas

There are more happy faces, As we go to different places, Don’t know what the fuss is about, Guess, I’ll have to wait till I sprout. So many colorful lights to see, They’re all hanging on the tree, Look at the special ornament, From far away it was sent. The icy weather is not around here, One of the boxes has hockey gear, In summer, we go across the border, Soon, Santa will get my order. Next year should be more fun, Watch as I open gifts one-by-one, Until then, I’ll have to wait, Later, Dad will teach me to skate.