Maybe mom was right when she recited
"There are other fish in the sea."
She said it enough, I began to block her out.
The Christmas gifts from yesterday aren't as good as I believed.
The packaging was beautiful, and the contents was nothing less than perfect,
For anyone but me.
So now those old gifts are back on the shelves of the store.
But now, I wait for the next holiday season.
My tree is up and the decorations are just right.
Perhaps you will be in the next package,
Perhaps you are the perfect gift for the guy who has everything he wants
Except you.
Perhaps you aren't a gift at all,
But an angel of whom I'm privileged to be in the presence of.
Ever too undeserving.
But now, I'll just sit and wonder what has, what is, and what might happen.
Maybe you need to show yours wings and land on the top of my tree,
Showing me the light.
8/2/02
