Paper put beside the presents crinkles
as I wait for my gift to be opened,
and I wonder if he will like it and if
my expression will be alright, easy, light,
appreciative and not arrogant.
I open a gift not too carefully, not too quickly,
taking care to appear interested and excited.
But I am excited, this is Christmas,
where I learned of the simple joy of gifts,
and waiting breathlessly for dawn at age six.
I think I over-analyze these days.
I am like a wrapped gift
with no one to enjoy the exchange.
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