Poetry

The Wait

I’ve wrapped the first gift of the season
and slipped it neatly neath our nine foot tree
A good feeling
Not so good wrapping
And now I’m waiting for the UPS man to arrive
The “other” Santa
I’m ready to fly
It’s all laid out
paper
scissors
tape
tags
bows

Waiting

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