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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