Twelve Little Gifts of Love

Come closer, dear, the fire’s burning low, Snow’s tapping time

on the windowpane slow. I didn’t chase diamonds or silver that gleams,

I wrapped up my love in twelve small dreams. Not twelve days,

no partridge in trees, Just twelve little things to put you

at ease. They don’t all shine, but they all come true—

Twelve little gifts, all chosen for you. Something to eat, like the sweets

you adored, That candy from childhood you can’t ignore. Something to drink,

just a sip, just a glow, A little nightcap for the mistletoe. Something that’s merry,