The Gift (A Poem)

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There was a gift under the tree. It was wrapped in dazzling red. Where did the gift come from? Was it from Aunt Grace and Uncle Ted? Perhaps it was from Cousin Michael Or maybe from my friend Dawn. There was no tag to tell me Or perhaps the tag was gone. The gift made a rattling sound. It also grunted and snored. Was there a living thing inside? It shouldn't be ignored. Then the sounds stopped. The gift began to move. It seemed to come alive. My heart needed to be soothed. I wanted to open the gift, But my mom said I had to wait. I just hope that when I look inside That I didn't do it too late. Sounds and movements from a gift Peak my curious thought. In only a few more days, I'll learn what I have got. Whatever could it be?