Kisses

I am five
Christmas
Morning dawns
I wake and run
To Grandma’s
Living room
To check
Our stockings
For candy kisses
Wrapped in silver foil
Devouring them as
We dump our own
Goodies onto the
Rug ignoring
Oranges
Nuts
Until later
As Grandma
Smiles at us but
Our parents frown
Worried we may
Appear too
Eager but
Grandma feels
Our joy gives us
A few more chocolate
Kisses from her
Apron pocket.
Small joys
Small
Kids.