This is not a cliché.

Every day a new story
25 December 2018

A Christmas poem

When I was young all i wanted was a gift,
a decorated parcel, laid under the brightly lit tree.
If I opend the parcel and it was not what I expected
I would hurl it against the wall, cross and angry was I

How many gifts did I break and refuse?
Now i do of course regret my actions,Yet accepting gifts is difficult.
For there s only one I really want.

Learn to love that wish you wish for
but also other things too
Christmas is a day to live for

And to enjoy the opening of parcels

Thank, give, smile

Stefano Benni