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I remember on Christmas day 
Holiday cheer on my face
As I got up and looked under the Christmas tree
A box of wrappings and ribbons just for me 

What's inside?
I can’t wait to see
My curiosity is taking over me 
I really wonder
What could really be 
Inside my box
Under the Christmas tree

Maybe it could be 
Toys, planes
Lego's for me
Blocks, games
Maybe paintings
A coat, a hat
A nice pair of jeans’
Oh the wonderful things it could be 

So tear by tear 
Rip by rip
I open up my gift
From dear Saint Nick 

When I looked inside 
It bewildered me
It wasn’t what I 
Thought it would be
It was a photo of
 My family
I asked my mom 
What does this photo mean
She turned 
And said to me 
The greatest gift 
Doesn’t come from 
A box under a tree
The greatest gift comes 
From time with loved ones and 
 family 
And to me 
That was the best gift
I have ever received
And to me 
 that Is what Christmas
Truly really means

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