My grandma said today
She was angry at me
For making people presents instead of buying them
She said
You're nineteen!
You should know better by now!
But family Christmas is on Sunday
And I'm going to carry on as planned
Writing every family member a poem
Since that's what I can do
I don't have money
And even if I did-
I wouldn't know what to spend it on
Since family doesn't feel much like family anymore
And I don't have much of a better judgement anyways
And besides that-
My younger brother
Younger only by a few months-
Made three paper snowflakes as my christmas present
And last year Terese sewed an ornament for me
And both those lifted my heart more than bought things
But I hope she likes the poem I write her
I'll like writing it
And it's the thought that counts, after all-
The effort put into doing something small with great love
At least that's what I've been told
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