Gotta Catch 'em All

Gotta Catch ‘em All

Christmas Morning, 6 AM
As Erin and I crept through the living room
Flashlights in hand, eyes open wide
Getting a first peek at the magic of the tree

Erin Bear and Pikachu
Stacks of boxes, seemingly to the sky
And though it was only a couple hours
The anticipation lasted for years

Mom and Dad slowly got up
Their pace seemed like an agonizing crawl
Finally, we’re all around the tree
Paper tears and ribbons fly

And when all is said and done
The final prize, captivating and amazing,
Is mine at last, a golden screen
Of four blocks and 150 to see.