What’s this I see beneath the tree?
A wrapped gift box addressed to me?
I wonder what it’s going to be
When I unwrap it with much glee!
Perhaps a ring, or vest, or book?
Maybe coupons not to cook!
I’d like a necklace or a laptop,
Even clothing I could swap!
But really anything is fine.
I’m just so happy that you’re mine.
Nothing underneath the tree
Matters more than you to me.