Today is the day we’ve waited for,
Where we all get to open up the
gifts
One after another, laying on the
floor
We pick them up and shake and
shift.
What could it be wrapped up
inside?
Anything from socks to a ball
It cannot be seen the wrapping
paper hides,
Whatever lies beneath the
cardboard walls.
Beginning to rip and tear,
All the paper is now absent
The tape’s left as everyone
stares
And the gift is now present.
He held up a pack of white socks,
To go along with his stocking
full of rocks.
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