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Christmas Morning Tritina
December 12, 2015
6:15 a.m. is when I turn on my light,
and I run into my parents’ room - they are barely up,
I know my dad will have to get his camera.
My mom tells my dad to get the camera,
and pouring into their room is morning light,
and then he groggily gets up.
After dad and mom get up,
my dad is racing to start recording on the camera,
and in the corner of my eye I can see a tree that is full of light.
The camera watches me as I get up - while the morning sun reflects light on my face underneath a glimmering tree.
© Alexandria W., Hamden, CT
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This poem is about Christmas morning with my family. I will always remember my parents trying to capture it all on camera. Our memories are recorded not only in our minds but also on tape!!!