Showing posts with label candy canes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label candy canes. Show all posts

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.