Almost (Dec. 23, 2017)

I have one gift, one Christmas box;

It’s made of gold, with silver locks.

Five foot seven, it’s quite tall;

Not likely it’s a bouncing ball.

Could it be you, sent here to me?

I listen for you pure “Hee-hee.”

Oh, ‘magination, were you real,

This Christmas would be my ideal!

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