the gift (II)
boxes of holiday joy
carefully cushioned by foam peanuts and obsolete periodical media
formerly known as newspaper
bring a seemingly rare look of wonder to the eyes of children
now hidden by dark circles and crow's feet

watch how they grin as the bows fall
tear off the fading wrap
and tease away the strips of tape
until all that's left is the gift of remembering

what it was like when christmas morning was enough