I feel delightfully irrelevant
As I wrap some late presents
To members of the family
Old paper strewn like remnants of goodwill
A scrap and match of gift-wrap
That will eventually perform the rite
When all the folds and sellotape succumb
To form a parcel
Then goodwill overtakes the gnawing doubt
That the bank account will frown
On the bravado that largesse induced
And I hope
My last minute lunge in the giving game
Bears fruit
A smile, a hug, some gratitude
For the daft old sod
Who tried to go the extra mile
Might just make the big day
Worthwhile
Happy Christmas. You All.
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