Sonnet 34 – Christmas Gift

It’s just past midnight, the children are asleep.
Santa Claus has come and gone - the milk and
cookies are long gone, too.  You wink and leap
into my arms to bite my lower lip,

then spin and run the hallway to our room.
God - I love to watch you move!  As I close
the bedroom door, you grab me by the arm
and push me back against the wall.  You lose

yourself in loving me and, in losing,
wrest sweet control.  Have I been a good boy
this year?  Never better than in moving
you to our bed, driving you down to joy

and through and on to one.  Your final cry
lifts me to final passion and frees me.