The Christmas Gift

Gifts presents holiday snowflakes silver

He smiled like a pro,
But his eyes were cold as the moon.
I tried to resist
His expertly wrapped gift,
A box full of darkness,
But I was weak,
For it was Christmas.
He offered the cheap thrill
Of the illicit,
The faux flower
That needs no water,
The ornamental dream
That dies in the dawn.
But mistletoe won’t kiss itself
And the solstice night is long.
Like a row of unlit bulbs,
I sparked to life at his touch,
Competing with the star
At the top of the shining tree.
Even Grandma’s butter cookies
Wouldn’t melt in this man’s mouth,
Yet I stayed—
The romance of the holiday
Compensated for his lack of warmth.
I donned another ugly fuzzy sweater
And pretended not to notice
The gathering of the storms.

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24 responses to “The Christmas Gift

  1. Oh wow! Fantastic weaving of prompts.

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  2. Paula you really have got a brilliant talent. I love this one too. I know this experience as well, and the way you have written it is just so true.

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  3. I enjoyed reading this very much.

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  4. Paula, do you have a recipe for Grandma’s butter cookies, as I am craving them after reading your post?

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  5. Amazing use of so many prompts! I love how you express yourself.

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  6. A great use of the prompts. I get the start with a truth and go to town.

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  7. So good Paula. All the prompts wrapped in a scene that replays around the world no doubt. Have a fab Christmas. Thanks for joining in 🙂 🙂

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  8. Nice job weaving all those prompt words into your compelling poem!

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  9. Wow, I agree with, Sadje. Wonderful poetry, Paula. 💜

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