Christmas Ride
The house was dark and cold
Only a thin ray from a streetlightÂ
Shone through the window
The Christmas tree was a shadow
I was six years old and skepticalÂ
Would Santa really come
I silently left my bed
The floor creaked with each step
I was afraid of being caught
But my curiosity had won out
As I stealthily moved forward
My leg hit a metal object
It fell to the floor with a bang
My breath froze in the air
Someone big was coming
As I knelt down to hide
A hand touched my shoulder
It was my grandmother
Whispering, shhhhh
She helped me get up ontoÂ
The most exciting gift everÂ
It was my first bicycle
After sitting on it brieflyÂ
She motioned me to bed
My grandmother alwaysÂ
Had my back
Protecting our secrets
She was the best gift of all