It’s that time of year,
Where we all look for cheer,
And find gifts for friends.
Not always easy to know,
What your friends are looking for,
But whatever it is,
You know that it will be “the best”
So you take the gift home from the shop,
Wrap it with the greatest care,
And help that bow tied box,
Find it’s new carer.
The box will wait under the tree,
Until that exciting day,
Where your friend will open it and have,
A happy Christmas day.
©The Pesky Poet
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