Ichi

I wrote this for my mom and I'm hoping to give it to her this year. Please give your ideas.

Click. The room glows with twinkling Christmas lights, and as she looks at the Christmas tree, standing tall in it's glory, she once again is aware of the smell of fresh pine--a smell that will linger in the comfy suburban home for quite some time.
Gingeryly, she walks over to the stereo system and turns on some holiday music. "O, Holy Night" comes forth from the speakers, serenading her--reminding her of what she loves most about this time of year.
Sitting down on the plaid green couch, she sips at her coffee. Something about this moment seems so sureal. for the past decade or so she's been getting up at 4 A.M. Christmas morning. For what, she could never be sure. Perhaps it was the excitement of it all. She laughed at herself, feeling like a kid who couldn't sleep on Christmas Eve.
Here, she had sat every year before the kids awoke and the bustle began, and here, she sat again--reflecting. Her eyes fingered each hand-made ornament from their childhood's and her's as she recalled past Christmases and the looks on their faces when Santa had brought that special gift just for them. A wistful look crept across her face and she was a child again herself: unwrapping a Baby Alive doll with her family gathered around a similar Christmass tree.
She wondered how many mothers were doing the same thing and whether or not her's had also woken up early to reflect quietly on the joy of Christmas while she was tucked away dreaming of tea parties and teddy bears.
A choir of "Go Tell It On The Mountain" burst from the speakers as footsteps were heard gently padding on the floor above her. The children were awake and it was time for her to once more share this inner joy with them on another beautiful Christmas morning.

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~*~Ichi~*~