Slowly wrapping my parent's presents in special paper,
decorating my sister's gift with gold and silver glitter,
putting the frail sailing ship made of shells and wood
in a box to keep its mast from breaking; it's a memory
of the time dad showed me how to draw a sailing ship
on the wall-painted blackboard when I was small
My mother's mauve-with-pink-roses pillow is in a pink
bag, I'm delighted looking at beautiful things, my lilac
scarf draped around my new straw hat, artfully hung
on my lamp-cum-hat-stand, I'm sitting in rich golden
sunshine, watching amazing animals on Nat Geo Wild -
this the best time of the year, just before Christmas
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