Monday, December 25, 2006

Our Christmas tree looks like a gnarled old man
With a wrinkled old body and wrinkled old hands
With striped candy canes.
Some presents are big, some presents are small
Some are hand-made and some are from the mall
Some cost four dollars to buy, others cost twenty-three.
But my family's love is the best present for me.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous6:47 PM

    I love your poems, Adora. By the way, is that a poem?