Learning how to wrap a
gift
Is such a special art.
You take some paper and a
bow,
That’s how you have to
start.
You fold the corners neat
and square,
Make sure the edges meet,
And carefully adjust the
crease,
And then, you must repeat.
The process moves from
side to side
And then from end to end,
And somehow as you make
the folds
The paper will not bend.
The scotch tape sticks to
everything,
The bow then comes untied.
I sense the pressure
building up,
At least I know I tried.
On Christmas morn, it
doesn’t look
As if someone had worked,
With paper torn and bows
askew
As though an imp had
lurked
Beneath the tree to make
things worse,
Perhaps a child at play,
Would turn this present
upside down,
A rather poor display.
But I did try to show my
love
By wrapping it myself,
In taking time to buy and
give,
Not left upon the shelf.
I should have followed the
advice
Of the girl behind the
counter,
“Let me wrap it for you,
sir”
Much better to encounter
A friendly smile, a gifted
hand,
And skill to wrap the
present,
On Christmas Day, I’d look
quite good,
A winner, not a peasant.
But then again, I really
tried,
My guilt I can release.
Though carnage is beneath
the Tree,
My gift’s a gift of…
Peace,
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