I will wrap you your dreams
In silver and gold
That book you longed
With its wisdom old
Some roses or tulips
I am not sure which
sang your sweet lips
their praises so rich
I will wrap you your dreams
In silver and gold
Your simple desires
Nothing too bold
I won’t sign my name
Or leave you a sign
It won’t be the same
But you’ll still be smiles
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Santa.”