Wake up to the excitement inside of your home.
And tuck me into your pocket and into
your breast and keep me
rooted under the Christmas tree.
An ornament that is hidden in the branches.
A song that sings merrily even after
the gifts are unwrapped and the
lights are taken down from
365 days of waiting for a moment
to arrive and leave the heart
a little less sure of what it was
spending all of the money on.
Then, when everyone goes separate
ways to work and school again,
Pick me up and look at me.