(poem) A morality tale

 A morality tale
 Robin Ford, December 2019
  
 Early morning, they had woken
 Sitting by the Christmas tree.
 Expectations boldly spoken
 Sure of what they soon would see.
  
 Really sure? Is confirmation
 Needed to resolve a doubt?
 Would it be a desperation
 If they happened to miss out?
  
 Thirty minutes they’ll be waiting
 Time enough for fears to climb.
 So they start investigating – 
 It’s allowed at Christmas time.
  
 Shaking somehow is permitted
 Tearing wrapping paper’s out.
 If a tearing crime’s committed
 Others say so – have no doubt.
  
 Parents enter, time to open
 Presents; the excitement peaks.
 Once they’re opened, tension’s broken
 Tension that had built for weeks.
  
 Did they get things wanted dearly?
 Sometimes yes and sometimes not.
 But the moral is quite clearly,
 “Make the most of what you got.” 

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