The Perfect Gift

The Perfect Gift

This gift was just perfect, so what else could I do

except hope that dear Santa

sends this gift to you!

A week before Christmas and all through the place

I was hustlin’ and bustlin’. The usual rat race.

Bought a new bike for Rob and software for Chris

Plus several weird gizmos they’d put on their lists.

I’d wrapped teacher gifts and baked cookies for school.

Got the tree up. Hung lights. The house looked real cool.

Let’s see. Christmas cards. They were stamped and addressed.

Meals were planned. Fixin’s bought. But… I was a mess.

I plopped down, exhausted. I’d just had enough.

But housework still waited. You know, dusting and stuff.

It had to be done ‘cause my mother was due.

She said, “I don’t mind dirt.” But we all know that ain’t true.

I stared at the vacuum. I couldn’t take any more.

And then, wouldn’t you know? Someone knocked on my door.

What now? my mind screamed. Neighbors’ kids selling junk?

I expected annoyance. What I found was a hunk.

I stood there, dumbfounded. “Yes?” I managed to say.

Then he grinned and announced, “I’m your maid for the day.

I’m a gift to you from a very close friend.

I do windows and toilets. Now, let me begin.”

Well, that guy went to town. He worked with such zest

That the house never looked better. Man, he was the best!

The windows—they sparkled. The floors looked brand new.

The furniture glowed. And you know, I did too!

“Young man, you are awesome, but I haven’t a clue.

Who is the sweet Santa that thought to send you?”

He winked and he smiled. “Lovely one, I can’t say.

But let me do this, then I’ll be on my way.”

He took my hand gently and bid me to come

To the kitchen. Oh—this turned out to be fun

Because dinner was waiting. He cooked for me, too!

All the meals were prepared. No work left to do.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, and he blew me a kiss.

I sighed, never knowing I could experience such bliss.

This gift was just perfect, so what else could I do

Except hope that dear Santa sends this gift to you!

Check out “The Perfect Gift.” A secret Santa sends a friend the most wonderful Christmas gift.

Written by Allorianna Matsourani
Copyright 2019


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