It’s that time of year,
Where we all look for cheer,
And find gifts for friends.
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Not always easy to know,
What your friends are looking for,
But whatever it is,
You know that it will be “the best”
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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.
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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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