Christmas Tradition

Cuddled up here in bed
Warm under our duvet
Watching Christmas with the Kranks
You snoozing away
Our Christmas tree glowing
Brightening the room with color
The scent of pine and a chill in the air
It's become a tradition
We did this last December
I feel like I blinked
You are so much bigger now
More independent
I'll lie here and soak up this moment
Before I blink again