What’s up with the Tacky Bows?
I know you know
Just what kind of bow
Makes a gift look wacky
Seemingly most tacky
And why must we insist that gifts have a label?
Used to guard presents while on the table?
The tree is enough
With its colors and stuff
But something transpires
Between purchase and buyers
Spending loads of cash to over-wrap
Making a fantastic gift look like crap
Unless you really believe that forever
Purple, red and brown go together
Cartoon dancing elves
Santa always by himself
Wait I can’t even seem to write
Confused how to define this fight
The one in search now of bags
But they too are colored like rags
What is wrong with just Christmas white?
With matching ribbon as handles just right
No labels assuming one may forget
White tissue escorting would be correct
So I beg to you, and ask
What am I missing in class?
I am Christmas dumb
When I see your fun
That colors must clash
To be relevant at last
Labels and ribbon with bows
Why don’t I get what everyone knows?
Then like icing on a cake
Wads and spots of scotch TAPE
If we were to catapult to the year 4000
I wonder what changes will have happened?
So here and now I toss away all class
I will make every effort to join the past
Tradition I embrace
With a smile on my face
Onward I seek the foil and snowflakes
Green sheer Santa’s and Rudolph awakes
Red thick ribbon with silver bows
Label each gift so all can know
A red sweater with brown poly pants
Christmas cake and mistletoe romance
Patience and giving will come first
Join in the singing jumping headfirst
And to ensure, like others, that my gift keeps its shape
I promise you all, to smother my wrapping, in scotch TAPE
Wish me Luck!