I am lying beneath the Christmas tree,
And am a most intriguing shape,
Beneath two layers of vermillion crepe;
I imagine you are looking at me,
Wondering to yourself what I can be,
And longing to cut my intricate tape,
See what is in me and make your escape,
My tag names you as the gift's addressee,
So of course my contents belong to you.
It will take time for the others to wake,
It is very early on Christmas Day -
You will have to wait an hour or two
Before you can give your Daddy a shake.
Come on - tear off this stuff, then we can play.
December 11 2019
"Open Me First"
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2019
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