Little Gifts


Little Gifts (Randyjw; November 27, 2016)


They fit in boxes

wrapped in bows

They’re found in lockets

Up they go


They hide in trees

Or behind doors

They skin their knees

Upon the floor


They sleuth and caper

Building forts

Which wrapping paper

will they sport?


Cuz some are simple

Some are loud

Some are dimpled

Others proud


But each one

is a special thing

when all is done

Each gift they bring


You might have thought

these gifts were theirs

But each one brought

their gifts to share


The rich, the poor

we know what’s true

Not found in stores

But meant for you


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