Christmas Morning

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
My hand skyrockets from under my covers
I check the time
6:00 on the dot
Adrenaline
My heart starts beating
My head fills with questions

I rendezvous with my sister in the hall
Two sets of eyes peer over the banister at a glistening Fir laden with ornaments
We stare in awe at the amount of gifts bestowed upon us

Two sets of feet race down the stairs, creating a drumroll like sound
We are off towards the tree like two lions pouncing on a helpless zebra

364 days pass
The process repeats