In the gentle rustle of the morning breeze,
Lies the whisper of gifts unseen,
Wrapped in moments, tender and fleeting,
A treasure trove of joy, softly gleaming.

A child’s laughter, a melody pure,
The sun’s embrace, a warmth secure,
Each gift, a thread, in life’s rich tapestry,
Woven with care, in love’s grand symphony.

Hands that hold, hearts that share,
In every gesture, a gift beyond compare,
Echoes of kindness, ripples in time,
A dance of giving, simple yet sublime.

In the silent spaces, between words and dreams,
Gifts await, in gentle streams,
An endless flow of grace and light,
Guiding our souls through day and night.