I will wrap you your dreams

In silver and gold

That book you longed

With its wisdom old

Some roses or tulips

I am not sure which

sang your sweet lips

their praises so rich

I will wrap you your dreams

In silver and gold

Your simple desires

Nothing too bold

I won’t sign my name

Or leave you a sign

It won’t be the same

But you’ll still be smiles

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Santa.”

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