Christmas Eve at Our House
An original poem in the old Christmas-eve metre, and this time the child is the one who wakes. A bump on the tiles, a creep down the stairs, a room full of firelight, and one small parcel that was always going to be theirs.
See it as a real kid's book. These are actual pages from the book, shown with the invented sample name a sample name. Yours will carry the name you choose.