Although it may seem
like the presents under the tree
Are what matter most to those you love
You may be looking in the wrong direction

Presents are objects
Left unused and broken
Never to be seen again

Yet the day you wake up,
The smell of breakfast or the music playing
Is a memory more worth keeping

Or the night before,
The books you read
or the games you play
Will forever be saved in your head

The feeling of excitement
As you get out of bed
To wake the family you love
Not the presents wrapped in red

So as you get up this day
Remember those years
And cherish it the next
So you remember the Christmas cheer