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Winter Morn
I wake calmly. Their is no need to
rush, for their is no where to be, except in the bed I already lay.
I look out the window and I notice that it is outlined with the whitest
snow i have ever seen, the white pine trees appear so peaceful and bliss.
Through the doorway i can see the dimed flash of the lights of the freshly
cut christmas tree.
In the distance I hear whispers, whispers of children... my children.
My children are very awake, probably for hours now, all excited about
their gifts, but they make sure to be quite so not to wake us.
As my daughter comes in from working on her snow man, a breeze blows through
the house, the coldness is as powerfull as a tornado but calm as a snow
flake.
I shiver from the cold, the heater shut off, and i notice the house is
very cold, but something is missing.
I feel movement, have i waken up my wife?
She roles over and puts her arm around me, i feel no cold now, only her
warmth.
I'm warm all over, she is the missing piece.
I role over to face her, she's more beautiful then ever.
I kiss her on her forehead, I appoligize for waking her.
She laughs and tells me not to be silly.
We gaze into each others eyes.
Simotaniously we speak... "i love you".
She smiles, i tell her i already know she does.
The voices from the other room get louder, my children are coming in the
room, they heard us awak, even though we were whispering.
I turn over to watch them, as they approach i see my son carrying
a tall glass of milk, and my daughter carries with her a plate of cookies.
As they run up with milk and cookies, they scream out merry christmas,
and they begin to ask me what i want for christmas.
But i dont have an answer for them, because as i look around at my family,
i can see that i already have everything i want.
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