There's nothing quite like

the glow of four colours

illuminating a dark living room

from many little beads of light

woven through a Christmas tree.

 

The stillness as I hold my breath,

awaiting him to break the silence.

 

Then I start to grow restless

and let the scent of pine fill my nostrils

one last time, before

I tiptoe up to bed.

 

Maybe next year I'll catch him.