HOLIDAY MEMORIES #4

Is there anything more cheery
Than UPS at the curb
In the Month of December,
And kids crowding around
An awkwardly balanced box?

And what could be more cheery
Than wadded up newspaper scraps,
From out-of-state-newspapers,
Littering the floor,
Or counter, or table top,
As the depths of the box are explored?

Or the wonder of each discovery,
As the pile of beautiful, mysterious,
Brightly-colored packages
Find their way beneath the tree.