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Peace Must Wait

At 4 AM, the toys� assembly done,
And everything is smuggled into place.
I�m Beat! �although my Battle isn�t won,
To bed! �a little sleep, for now, I'll chase!

By 6 AM, the children burst right in
Rambunctious laughter shocks us both awake
For them, the magic morning just begins
We drag ourselves from bed, just for their sake.

The children leave the house to show their toys
It makes for needed respite from the sound
Of early Christmas morning�s joyous noise
9:30, the first peaceful time we�ve found.

Ironic, how a little �peace� on earth
Must wait for Christmas morning�s childhood mirth!