What is In The Box
I see a box in the tree with something waiting for thee; I wonder what is in there? Do you have something to share? Christmas is drawing near and boxes of every size are waiting in line, with something for the divine.
Giant boxes with big labels, big box with ribbon tie in a bow getting ready for the Christmas show; the middle size box is there too and the little box is standing next to it with a note pasted on to it. The tiny box caught my attention; it sits on top of the big box with a magic pen. It can only hold a diamond and, circle and a heart if it is able.
Several long boxes strapped onto a trolley positioned at the gate waiting on the customers. Pine wood furniture loaded in the long box sends a rancid smell to the pit of hell. They chop down the entire pine tree and stained all the woods with a special gum.
The children are getting excited about the Christmas tree and there isn’t enough for you and me.The farmer have cut down thousand of them and they went like hot French bread.The need is great so get your Christmas tree before it is too late.
I love the feelings that float around at this time; it has a special energy that makes you want to do things in a hurry. Many people have traveled from abroad to set up a Christmas tree in their yard and exchange gifts with friends and family at home and abroad.
It is this special time of the year when sorrows mixed with pleasure exchange hands and join the happy band. What’s in that box?
I like the smell of the Christmas pudding coming from the kitchen and the aroma of the cakes and pies swirling in the sky, I am not sure whose kitchen it’s coming from, but all I know is that it smells good.
What’s in that box? The little girl is anxiously waiting on her new frock and the little boys are waiting on their new socks too. Boxes galore are sitting on the floor waiting.
And the box that BIBI had on the stage? Tell us the secret before it’s too late, it was tied up with black string and someone must have done the mayor in, his curiosity begin to float and he still have not receive the special note.
Boxes upon boxes, ontop of boxes flowing down the conveyers’ belt thousands of them in the sorting rooms with a special gift for a special friend.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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