"IT'S CHRISTMAS MORNING! IT'S FINALLY HERE!"
Mark thought, as he giggled and grinned ear to ear.
He kicked back his covers and burst through his door,
And ran down the stairway and slid cross the floor.
Eagerness glistened in those tender eyes.
His parents were drowsy but soon realized,
Their little boy’s chatter could not be ignored,
So soon they were passing out presents galore.
Presents and boxes were piled on Mark’s lap,
No ribbon untied, not a package unwrapped.
He seemed quite perplexed and asked "SHOULDN'T WE WAIT?"
Dad said “Don’t be silly. It’s quarter past eight!”
All through the day, Mark kept looking around.
Sometimes he would sigh and sometimes he would frown.
When dinner was served, a meal fit for a King,
He thought, "WE SHOULD WAIT.” but did not say a thing.
Just before bedtime, Mark knelt down to pray,
"IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY, JESUS - I WAITED ALL DAY!”
“I THOUGHT ALL THOSE PRESENTS WERE MEANT JUST FOR YOU.”
“I DON'T UNDERSTAND THEN, WHY WEREN’T YOU HERE, TOO?"
He heard his Mom sniffle and stifle a cry.
He saw Dad look down as he heaved a great sigh.
"JESUS, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR CELEBRATION,”
“BUT WE NEVER GAVE YOU OUR INVITATION!"