Every year,
the name of the game is:
“Find the perfect gift.”
You ask what I want,
and my answer is just:
“Don’t get me anything.”
And, despite what
the Christmas machine may say,
yes, I really mean it.
Your presence is
my perfect present,
dearest friend of mine,
and no amount of money
will replace your gift of time.
They say:
“Life is short,”
and I know it’s true,
so here’s what I want from you:
Just yourself.
Nothing else.
I love you, not stuff.
(Yes, I’m telling you the truth.)
(Sure, bring your dog.)
(Your kid, too.)
(Please just come hang out with me.)
(I promise it’s enough.)
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
Great message in this frantic purr-chase time!
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Thank you!
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So true 😊
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Yes! 🙂
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My mother always says “your gift is my present.” Took having kids for me to really, really understand that. One of my kids hugs and smiles is the best gift they could ever give me.
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Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you! And thanks for reading. 🙂
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Oh, I love that!
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nice Katie! ❤️
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Thank you!!
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💗
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I’ve been thinking about gift-giving, of course, and how we can give gift that don’t cost money. One is the gift of words and the other presence. Love the poem.
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Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Love this.
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Thank you! I love to hear that!
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Beautiful poem for the season!
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Thank you!
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Love this message! Love being with people too!
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Thank you! 🙂
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