Around the tree were gifts galore
That we had purchased at the store
And gaily wrapped so we might hide
Surprises to be found inside;
But one stood out with boy-tied bow
So ample that it couldn’t show
A little ashtray made of clay —-
Bob’s gift to Dad on Christmas Day.
Of all the presents lying there
To dance small eyes and make them stare
(Including those that Santa brought),
The first that Bob’s small peepers sought,
As ‘neath the tree I saw them dart,
Was one he’d formed with hands and heart —-
A little ashtray made of clay:
His gift to Dad on Christmas Day.
When ties and shirts for Dad to wear
And socks and such were all laid bare —-
Their wraps and ribbons poised in piles —-
I saw those two exchanging smiles.
The smaller one by joy was blessed.
The bigger one said he liked best
The little ashtray made of clay:
Bob’s gift to him on Christmas Day.
The Man I Married