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THE WORST BEST CHRISTMAS GIFTMy favorite Uncle always sent to me something neat Would come from Spokane the first gift allowed to open We were poor sometimes the only gift a special treat I was seven, in heaven, a real hunting bow and arrows Everyone in the neighborhood was in envy We were playing shoot the arrows high in the sky Whoever the arrow came closest to was next to try The shooter told everyone if it was getting too close It missed between my fingers warning late I was nearly roast My step dad came running from the house not quiet as a mouse The arrows he broke across his knee, the bow he took from me Fifty years later I was old and gray and a little smarter I opened a present there was the bow, string made of deer hide "I think you are old enough now." It's an antique collectors item If anyone reads this---it wouldn't be plagiarism, it would be interesting to read of other favorite gifts. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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