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Cindy Pannill

The Perfect Gift

The air is cold and crisp these days,
with a hint of snow in yet to fall.
The sky above cloudy and dark,
while all the people crowd to the mall.

I watch these people from afar,
some with happy faces and some not.
They carry their packages and bags,
loading them carefully into their cars.

It's getting late now, so they rush on their way.
Few give a thought to the others around them,
Only concentrating on that last perfect gift.
I too, must be on my way,
after all, it is the end of the day.

As I sit and stare at my front door,
the snow begins to fall and winds to blow.
I have no packages or bags this time,
Only myself, to carry inside.

The fireplace burning brightly,
warming this space from the cold.
We are blessed each day, as I can see,
The perfect gift…is my family and me.