Christmas memory

my brother and I lay wide awake
anticipation with each breath we take
a hint of Christmas fills the wintry air
each holiday a wonderful family affair

breaking the silence we hear a jingling noise
could it be the jolly fellow delivering our toys
sitting up in bed our excitement grows fast
how much longer can this "night before" last

two young boys were never meant to lie still
curiousity has overtaken our fast fainting will
we creep to the door to just take quick peeks
trying to keep quiet the old floor loudly creaks

mother appears, softly whispers "back to bed"
"too early for the arrival of the jolly man in red"
she tucks us back in, gently gives us a kiss
two young brothers believing Old Santa exists

such an old memory still plays fresh in my mind
Christmas season and brotherhood so intertwined
loving parents helped to make sure we believed
the true meaning of Christmas, not gifts we received