"Twas a glorious Christmas, all would agree,"
Mom thought as she sat adoring the tree.
The dishes done and the hordes tucked away,
She viewed the gifts she'd been given that day.

The crystal pitcher was a sight to behold,
That brand new cologne, a bracelet of gold,
Her gorgeous clothing she will love to wear,
A fancy red comb to adorn her hair.

One object stood out, was her grandest prize.
She held in her hand, as tears filled her eyes.
Her favorite gift, from her child, age six;
A napkin holder of popsicle sticks.

—Grandpa Tucker
Copyright ©1996 by Bob Tucker