The Gift Of Socks Poem by Rhonda Baker

That little package under the tree.
Full of excitement, what could it be?
Tear open the package and there behold. A pair of socks🤨. Oh how old. Toss them aside, without a care. Go on unwrapping, totally unaware. Christmas socks are magic, you can wear all year long. Through every happiness and every wrong. Mile after mile they travel every step of the way. A bit of armor protecting you through the day. They are soft and give cushion from a hard world. Given with heart their love unfurled. You might not relize the magic within, until one Christmas morn, you find no such tin.