These gifts we give
They’re not so bad
They’re nice with price
And make us glad
They’re boxed or bagged
With ribbons and bows
With cards that ring
With comical prose
Yet these gifts we bare
Are by no means contingent
They show that we care
But they are all dependent
Dependent on something
That comes from above
The best gift of all
Is the gift of love
This gift has no price
And to all is affordable
If freely given
Is self rewardable
So give your gifts
Open some too
And give out your love
For it is a gift even to you
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