In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light,A present wrapped in colors so bright,Awaits to share its secret hold,A treasure yet to be told.Soft whispers of paper as it tears,Unveiling the love someone prepares,A token of thought, a gesture so kind,A gift that lingers in the mind.For gifts are more than what they seem,They’re dreams realized, a silent dream,A bridge that connects souls afar,A beacon like the evening star.So cherish each gift, both given and received,For in their essence, love’s truly perceived,In each exchange, a story unfolds,Of warmth and joy that the heart holds.