The sun is bright. Nearly blinding.
A warm breeze makes the green grass sway.
The smell of freshly cut pine fills the air.
Paper and tape lie crumpled in heaps.
Pine needles decorate the floor as a blanket.
Neatly packed boxes are stacked by the door.
The children bound over them to race across the yard.
I cut out the dough into delicate little pictures
As a bird’s sweet song fills my ears.
It compliments the ringing bells on the Hallmark movie.
Excitement fills the air making it hard not to smile.
Yet it’s still a bit hard to believe
That this warm, sunny day is in fact Christmas Eve.