a very merry christmas morning
I get up on Christmas morning for the faces of the ones I love. I love the early morning Christmas joy and glow reflected in their eyes.
The endearing sleepiness.
The cute early morning bed-headed-ness.
The abject horror at actually being seen so early.
The fancy attire that we so carefully adorn ourselves with before descending the stairs.
Then, there’s the obvious love we bestow on each other.
Well… maybe I just get up for the presents.