See the gifts, cards
of possibility, ill-fit
clothes discarded, well-

meant--and not-- choices. See the joy in the child playing with crinkled wrapping paper, gold metallic glitter drawing attention and boxes become drums. Smiles at unrestrained exuberance, gratitude for the shiny and the simple.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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