Cautiously, creeping down the stairs,

carefully avoiding the creaks,

we stop and take each others hand.

At the bottom we tiptoe, trembling,

towards the door.

Almost afraid to breathe

we slowly, gently, push it open.

Beneath the twinkling lights sit the gifts.

‘He’s been!’ we whisper. ‘He’s been!’

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