awful gift from Aunt Zing
The awful gift was given to us in front of a bunch.
I saw my wife and her mother grimace, so I had a hunch
They were not totally in love with this ugly bugly offering.
But it came from my favorite Aunt, we call her Aunt Zing.
Aunt Zing had wrapped it with a flourish, a ribbon of red.
It was tied up with fuzz balls, pearls, and a stuffed doll cat head.
I knew by the wrapping that she thought it was a terrific lamp.
It was so ugly it was cute, with jingle bells fashioned to clamp.
My wife brought it out whenever Auntt Zing came to visit us.
Pretending it was always there, not to cause any fuss.
Aunt Zing took me aside one day and said it made her feel joy.
Never thought she’d like this ugly buggly thing, she is a keeper my boy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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