Michael Ramel Poet Limerick

Presence in the Presents

I have the power to go back
To Christmases lost in shellack
With gifts bought for a song
In times long since gone
And treasures stuffed into a sack

From 1935 Monopoly’s price
It was certainly more than just nice
A doll from the Romans
(When silver coins, uncommon) 
Squeezing a penny in a vice

As 1808 is in hindsight
An automobile roared into sight
François de Rivaz
Would surely advise
That history’s gifts not be a blight

Christmas dinner in 1908 
You could buy one and a sixth plate
For a five-dollar sum
We’d feed our minds and tum-tum
A story that never goes out of date

But the truest Gift is unchanged
Through centuries often estranged
The price has been paid
On Jesus was laid
His love cannot be exchanged

So, travel in reverie, go back in memory
In the presence of the presents and see
The faces, in every year
The Spirit gathers us near
To open His Presence by the Christmas tree

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