Stairs

Winter
I am seven
Sitting on the
Stairs out of sight
Listening to the adults
At a party downstairs and
My sisters are also on the stairs
All of us not wanting to miss staying
Up late meeting new people eating
Peanuts and chips and dips soft
Drinks or maybe apple cider or
Eggnog but none of that is
Likely as we are too little
And should be in bed
Asleep but we linger
On the stairs the
Youngest falling
Asleep first as
Our father
Picks us
Up one
By one
Carrying
Each child to
Their bed and I
Wonder now if we
Have not all fallen to
Sleep on the stairs at
Sometime in our life
Dressed in our PJs
Toe to neck but
Our day will
Come at
Xmas
When we
Wake and rush
Downstairs each of
Us anticipating a wish.
Are my lost sibs and
Friends sitting on
The Golden
Stairs at
Xmas
Fast asleep.