Sitting here in the quiet, sipping my coffee, waiting. The only light is the glow of the Christmas tree, and its reflections off the surfaces of the red, gold, and silver packages below it. The scent of cinnamon rolls baking in the oven fills my nose, and I know that someday, when I am old and gray, the smell of cinnamon rolls will remind me of these Christmas mornings.
Soon, this room will be filled with squeals and giggles. Wrapping paper will fly in every direction as Miles opens one gift, and then another. There will be chaos, and joy, and laughter in our little home. Stockings will be delved into. Hugs, and kisses, and happiness will be exchanged along with the gifts. Fingers and mouths will become sticky-sweet with cinnamon goodness. Yes, soon, this room will be filled with the sights and sounds of Christmas.
But for now, it is peaceful, and quiet. And filled with the excitement of the day.
May your day be filled with joy, laughter, and even some peace. Merry Christmas.