I wake up every morning.
I sit waiting patiently like a little child.
Waiting excitedly.
I hear movement.
“Is she up yet? ”
My heart races.
I wait for you to walk out of your room.
The excitement builds.
You walk out of your room.
And I see you.
The gift has been opened.
Just what I always dreamed of.
A gift from God.
Then you smile.
It is the greatest Christmas morning ever!
So this morning,
I will wish you a Merry Christmas.
It may not be Christmas to you.
But it is for me everyday.
And I know God loves me.
Each and every time,
I see your face.

Ryan Lee Morris

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