The Gift

I remember that time...

Waking up

from a wintertime nap

to find a bounty

of boxes

wrapped in crimson stripes

and emerald garland

beneath

a

pvc

tree

Oh the joy

bubbling up 

with giggles

and grins

Sunny inspecting my work

with his red mittens

and twitchy tale

dragging the biggest

of them all

far taller than me

into the bedroom

mommy and daddy

curled up beneath

the covers

the windows displaying

jack frost's best

My mother's shriek 

My father's groan

asking me why

I thought it was Christmas Morning

alas I was three days early

The gifts were re-wrapped and bows restuck

rearranged again

below the sparkling scentless tree

and when the day finally came

Santa had left the stockings full

and I had forgotten

what I had seen 

each gift

a surprise

once over

To this day, I do not remember those gifts

well, most of them.

Except the one

it was my very first one

that one

yes, that was it.

shame

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