• the snow as white as a blank sheet of paper,
    the fire as hot as hell,
    all i could think of was that fresh baked oven smell.
    Christmas Eve i shouted,
    this time no one doubted,
    i ran to the presents hoping they would be crowded.
    i got there as quick as i could,
    i opened the presents on by one,
    not paying any attention to the wrapping paper i flung.