I’m so proud of my daughter Whitney who is in the ninth grade. Whitney has written a poem that is about to be published and I’d like to share it with you:
The Night Is Long
Whitney Slade
The night is long the morning is well expected
I’m tossing and turning in my bed way more anxious than I detected
The house is still dark everyone’s asleep
I’m wide awake but must not make a peep
It must be at least 6:30 I look at the clock
Its 2:00 a.m. Wow that’s really early
I fall back asleep sugar plums are dancing in my head
I’m dreaming of the perfect Christmas suddenly my brother pulls me off my bed
Its 7:00 the sky foggy, but bright
My nerves are screaming “Time to open presents, all right?”
I see colored wrappings of presents all dolled up and pretty
Big ones and small ones now my head is dizzy
Christmas morning is so much fun
To tear open presents until everyone is done
This Christmas morning as you wake up remember the true meaning
Which is Christ’s birth and the sincerity of his giving
Duane Slade, Mesa Arizona
