The Last Gift
The scent of crispy sizzling bacon filled my nose,
warm sweet pancakes being made in the kitchen.
I walked down the stairs,
my heart filled with joy as I saw the presents under the tree.
Big and small boxes,
all different sizes wrapped in colorful wrapping paper.
We spent all day long opening gifts,
but apart of me was upset I didn't get the one thing I asked for.
I laid down on the couch,
my dog sniffing away under the tree, yapping.
I went to see what he was looking at when I saw one last box.
A perfect little box in blue sparkly snowflake wrapping paper,
topped with a silver glistening bow.
I looked to see who it was for,
my eyes filled with tears when Santa saved the last gift for me.
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