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, a game we can play,