It happens every Yuletide,
The gifts that come my way,
Are often so outrageous,
My hands go up in great dismay!
I don't know who decided,
That, at my age of sixty-four,
A gift card for Victoria's Secret,
Was something I'd adore!
My grandchild watched, excited,
As I unwrapped his gift to me,
"Massacre" by 50 Cent,
Was not my hinted at CD.
My husband spends far too much,
On gifts I do not need,
There is always a jewelry item,
No matter how much I plead.
Sometimes I get a sweater,
In a color I'd never wear,
In a style more suited for a teen,
Which, on me, provokes a stare.
Some presents are not even,
Ones I could “re-gift”,
But thinking of recipients for them,
,Gives my spirits such a lift!
This year, I've said to loved ones,
Our gifts should be dinner out,
Enjoying a meal with each other,
Is the best gift of all, no doubt.
Copyright © 2008 Carmen Henesy. All Rights Reserved.
( please note that the author has no husband or
grandchild nor has she ever received annual
expensive pieces of jewelry )