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T'was a few days before Christmas
And all
through the halls
Christmas
decorations covered everything, every wall
Gifts were
wrapped in early NovemberI
Problem was I
could not remember.
Was this a
toaster or blender for Aunt Sue?
And this odd
shaped box all wrapped in blue
With no tag
how do I know to whom it was to?
Oh Black Friday
saved me lots of cash, of that I am clear
But forgotten
contents leads me to tears.
With no list
and no time to re-wrap, what was I to do with this pile of…..stuff.
There was
only one thing for me to do in this quandry
Call in the
Christmas snoopers and forget the laundry.
Two little
elves who live here year round
Came when I
whistled and appeared in one bound.
They spoke
not a word but went right to the task
As if to
say, “We knew this day would come at last.”
Their skills
for snooping and identifying by touch, led to no surprises on past Christmas
Days for this bunch.
“Our skills
are unsurpassed. We can save this
holiday disaster.
This is a
tackle box for Uncle Lassiter.”
And in a twinkling
the job was completed.
They gave me
the list and no name had been deleted.
I knew at a
glance what had been given to whom.
And I heard
them exclaim as they raced to their room,
“Merry
Christmas dear Mama, the gift you got us is nifty.
We promise
to look surprised when we open the X-Box 360.”
3 comments:
Absolutely wonderful.
Because of an iffy memory and tags that fall off, I have devised a system. I buy two large rolls of wrapping paper, one for adult packages, one for children. Everyone has a different color ribbon, and this is the way I identify them. Of course, finding the list that I wrote the people's name and corresponding color is another matter.
So clever, Jody. You are so funny, no matter what disaster you face.
Hope your Christmas is the best one yet.
Merry Christmas to you & ALL of yours!!
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