The Greatest Gift
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
Copyright © Jesse Garcia | Year Posted 2021
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