I peer out the window,
And gaze at movement far away.
Grown-ups rushing past me
All throughout the day.
The land is full of wonder
And discoveries rare and true.
So much of it is puzzling,
To a child only two.
Teasing voices make me smile,
Despite potential danger.
Which helping hand shall I learn trust
When all the world's a stranger?
They say it's almost Christmas,
Whatever that might mean.
For a toddler it's much harder
To imagine sights unseen.
I'll try to learn, I'll try to grow