The Gift
Christmas packages
stacked neatly
underneath the tree,
some for the boys,
some for the girls,
a few for you, a few for me.
All of them are wrapped neatly
in green, red, gold, and blue,
filled with surprises,
bringing joy,
making dreams come true.
But none of these gifts,
not a single one,
wrapped in shiny papers and bows,
matters at all, not at all,
compared to the gift
of the newborn Christ child
wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!
