Please Stop Bringing Me Gifts
I was running out of potholders; and I had bought them for me.
But people kept bringing me stuff, and I wanted to reciprocate.
Some of the candy was stale, but I still had to act appreciative.
Right?
After I gave my new potholders away, I had three more people arrive
Bearing gifts! What? Why? It is such a burden, and yet I had to act delighted.
It’s the Christmas Christian way, right?
So I gave one of them my new necklace, the one I bought
from one of those you-have-to-buy-something party,
so the hostess can get a free necklace.
The last one was not as lucky. I wrapped up a four pack of toilet paper.
But I did wrap it in a fresh newspaper, and there was a shortage in the stores, in my defense.
I hope people stop bringing me gifts.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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