The Best Gift

G Sublett
Everyone is still fast asleep.

Down the hall I quietly creep.

There's the beautiful tree,

Smelling of cinnamon potpourri.

I pass all of the brightly wrapped gifts.

At the window, I see lovely white drifts.

I sit down by the fire, my smile so bright.

I got what I wanted, a Christmas so white.

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