These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

One Little Present

One little present under the tree.
Who is it for? What can it be?
When it is opened what do we then?
Visit our family? Visit our friend?

One little present, now it is gone.
Forlorn the tree when all is done.
Christmas, the morning, happiest of days.
Christmas, the afternoon. Over dismays.

One little present waits through the months,
then when it's seen, the heart's in the dumps.
Anticipation, great joy in us builds,
but when it is seen we lose what was filled.

But one little present can ever be new.
There's more to enjoy when first things are through.
That spot in the heart, filled better than tea
by bless-ed the Giver, the Son, it is He.

One little Present from Bethlehem's cave
was placed on a tree, and then in a grave.
He raised after Sabbath to give life, that's new.
This Present keeps giving each day, never through.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 15th, 2021