• The weather outside howls frightfully
    But not too frightfully
    Not so frightful as to move her
    From the softness of memories
    Those sit comfortably with her
    In that rocking chair
    The wind shrieks in sorrow loudly
    But not too loudly
    Not so loud she can’t hear
    The voices of carolers she remembers
    Or the story in her hands
    The book proves to be the better
    When competing to be heard
    So she settles down for story time
    In that rocking chair
    Scents of chocolate beckon temptingly
    But not too temptingly
    Not so tempting that she gives in
    For she will resist greed
    She knows those cookies are for Santa
    Who she waits for by the fireplace
    In that rocking chair
    The clock strikes midnight commandingly
    But not too commandingly
    Not so commanding that she obeys it
    And wanders up to bed
    The higher power of her dreams
    Has issued the more enticing decree
    That she wait for a special someone
    In that rocking chair
    Eyelids begin to blink heavily
    But not too heavily
    Not so heavy that she can’t resist
    And fiercely tell sleep to stay back
    It is not welcomed where she sits
    In that rocking chair
    The sun shines in brightly
    Too brightly
    Far too brightly
    For the sun means morning
    Morning coming so quickly
    Means that sleep was more cunning than she thought
    And stole away her plans
    Those plans carefully crafted
    And intended to be carried out
    In that rocking chair
    She mourns her failure tearfully
    But not too tearfully
    Not so tearful that her face soon dries
    In the prismatic glow of tree lights
    And the cheery glow of firelight
    And the loving glow of smiles bright
    Watching her open wonderful boxes
    Her mind already conspiring some new adventure
    In her favorite place in the world
    In that rocking chair Santa gave her years ago