Each December and April,
there's a certain day
when one special child
acts a special way.
as she opens her presents
on Christmas or her birthday.
She tears the birthday paper,
as suspense begins to mount.
As she catches a glimpse
of her new gift,
her smile makes the room lighter
though the sun isn't any brighter.
Everyone cranes their neck
to see what will get.
As they finally see
what my sister received,
some decide the gift is a bore
it could have been bought at any old store.
But her eyes are still bright
she gives the giver a hug.
She says that it's awesome
she can't thank them enough.
Says, "It's the best ever."
Then the giver hugs back.
The giver fells special
though their gift is not.
She gives them a gift
when she says, "thank you."
And that feeling's special
whether you like it or not.
As the last gift is opened
and the party guests leave,
everyone's left waiting
until late December,
when we can all watch her
receive a reindeer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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