A-ll my gifts come in a box,
R-ead the receiver's name;
B-efore you open just smile,
H-appy always as the same.
E-very gift comes in a box,
J-ust giving you a surprise;
E-xposing what are really inside,
A-ll are but great and
N-ice.
F-ull of gifts is a big box,
L-etting you feel the thrill;
O-ne morning as you awake,
R-ising sun stops the chill.
A-ll my gifts come in a carton container,
N-ot in a plastic or paper bag;
T-he large load is too heavy,
E-ighteenth September that box you drag.
A-ll the gifts come in a box,
L-ooking for a celebrator;
M-y very eager presents
A-re here to enter your door.
J-oined together in a package
A-re not shirts, shorts or socks;
R-apture, pleasure and ectasy are gifts that come in a box.
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