The Christmans Gift
</>Christmas is just another word for failure, I've always thought.
Just another opportunity to be ridiculed for the things I've bought.
That for which I always yearn is to buy a gift that she doesn't return.
She will accept it with enthusiasm and glee
And exclaim: 'This can't be for me! '
But alas, it's just a dream. Or, so it seems.
She always says: 'The things he buys are always in the wrong size! '
'They never sparkle! They never shine!
'You know he shops at the five and dime