A Sense of Wonder

By Kerri Skiles
Some night before Christmas, when it is quiet, I will lie on the carpet under or near to the Christmas tree. It's not like sitting next to the tree, or on the couch across the room. The ground will be cooler of course, and hard too, and I'll likely get some odd ornament pieces sticking in my back. The tree is fake, it doesn't matter. The view from here is perfect. Every ornament is lit up, colors all around, and what I will feel is the wonder I felt as a child. This simple act, that would seem ridiculous at any other time of the year, it just makes sense, and it fills me with hope.