I always said you were a present And like a pretty gift wrapped box You never know what’s inside When you open up to the outside Sometimes she’s a dream Other times she’s all the things Packed away and hoped forgotten In the face of uncertainty every time I hold the edge of ribbon pulling slow Wondering if it’s a gift I want Hoping and wishing that this year I’m on the nice list and she’ll be Everything I’d hoped she’d be Even if she’s not we’ll unpack it all Only to put it all away again To try again next year
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