by James Irving
It was Christmas Eve and everyone in the Taylor household was asleep, that is, all except Daniel. He couldn't sleep. Soon morning would arrive and time for presents to be opened. Daniel got out of bed and went downstairs.

The house was full of Christmas Spirit. Even the TV screen was bordered with holly. Yep, this was his favorite time of the year. He had just finished filling a glass of water when Mrs. Taylor stepped into the kitchen. "Daniel, what are you doing up?" she whispered. "Just getting a glass of water", he explained to the looming figure. "Couldn't sleep. Can we open the presents now"? "Oh, Daniel," she sighed. "It's only 2am. It's too early to be thinking of that yet. Why don't you head back to bed?" He looked at her and nodded his head. "Ok, I'll do it but I won't like it". She grabbed his hand and they walked back upstairs.

He slid under the covers but sleep didn't come easy. He knew that there were wonderful things downstairs to be discovered. He tossed and turned. 2:30....3:00. "Will morning EVER come", he wondered. Finally at 5am he could stand it no more and jumped to the floor.

He ran to the bedroom across the hall and flipped on the light switch. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!", "MERRY CHRISTMAS!", he shouted. "Time for presents, let's go, let's go"! The tired figure slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. She glanced at the clock and then back to the figure in the doorway. "Aw, Dad, it's 5am. Can't we sleep just a little more"?