by Robert Wyrick

If I were old Saint Nicholas,

with a great big toy store.

I’d ask my elves to make a gift,

and sit it at your door.

They’d wrap it all in tinsel,

with string of red and b1ue.

And beneath a silken ribbon,

would be my gift to you.

Though not of gold or silver,

but worth much more by far.

Just a plain and simple “Thank you,”

for being who you are.

About the author:

Robert Wyrick is a 77-year-old retired Clinical Social Worker who worked in mental health. Bob provided psychotherapy for a clinic in Oak Ridge, Tennessee and then had a private practice in Knoxville. He is married with two adult sons.