Wishing You Christmas Joy
See
That red truck
coming down the mountain
with our tree?Davey's eyes light up;
joy flutters accross his face like a dove in flight;
excitement dances around his legs as they convey him
to window, back to Mother's lap, to door--searching, yearning
belief tugging his toes. It won't be long now. I know. He looks into her
quiet face, beaming. Listen....listen, someone's coming up the drive. Maybe it's
Father. Could it be father?"Yes! Yes!" he cries. He races to the door and yanks it wide.
It is!
It is
It is!
by Bonnie Stucki Gudmundson