Christmas

Quickly my sharp eyes snap open

I hear the ticking of my clock

As my sleepy mind slowly processes what day it is

I am hit with a surge of happiness and excitement

It's Christmas. Finally. 

I jump out of bed and land on the floor with a soft thud

I see my bedroom door slowly swinging open

The floorboard creaks as I quietly step down the stairs

In the living room my goal lies

Both my parents are soundly sleeping under their bed sheet

I hear the crackling of the living room fire

As I tiptoe towards the Christmas tree

I see them: the gifts that occupy my mind so much

that I do not realize the footsteps coming down the stairs. 

Poetry Terms Used:

Cacophany

Euphony

Sibilance

Alliteration

Onomatopoeia