UNDER THE TREE
Under the tree piled one on
the other
were presents galore for Dad
and for Mother
and one or two extra for
sister and brother
and one for the dog and some
for grandmother.
There were presents for aunts
and presents cousins
and some for the uncles, they
ran into dozens,
for some were from neighbours
and some were from friends
and some came by post with
notes ‘do not bend’.
Sammie, the youngest, when
everyone came
gave out the presents, each
one with its name
and when he was finished, one
present remained,
‘Who is that for?’ his father
exclaimed.
‘This one’s for Jesus’, young
Sammie replied,
‘We can’t leave him out’, his
little voice cried.
‘Can’t say what it is or I’ll
spoil the surprise
but the shop lady said that
it’s newborn in size.
(first published in Areopagus in December 2008)
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