The Unforgiveable Crime?
Oh, the horrid errors of Yule
We have all committed:
Mixed up colors to patterns;
Ribbons tied so misfitted.
Gave ‘em the wrong present
Or left on the price tag;
Switched the main big one
With the present that’s a gag!
Quick wrap on Christmas morning—
Oh, what an unsightly cut.
The paper just won’t fold
And I cannot get the box to shut!
Such perils of childhood presenting
On every December 25th;
THEN: Missing one’s front teeth
So every time it’s Saint Nicholith!
Then the unforgiveable crime,
Even if only a kid—
Someone (?) had somehow discovered
Where all the Christmas presents were hid!
So I became a Santa agnostic,
But it was really alright:
And I still get that soul-tug
Whenever we sing “Silent Night.”
And now I have my own child
The best present I ever had!
And should she find where I hid those gifts—
Well, ya know, it just won’t be all that bad!
“Jingle bells, jingle bells…”
Posted on November 30, 2015, in Poem and tagged agnostic, box, childhood mistakes, children, Christmas, Christmas carols, Christmas presents, December 25, discovery, family, giving presents, hiding presents, Jingle Bells, kids, missing front teeth, parenthood, price tag, rites of passage, Saint Nicholas, Santa, Silent Night, wrapping paper, wrapping presents, Yule. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.