We place our gift in Grandpa’s hands,
he’s having so much fun.
He reads his card and then he stands
and hugs us, one by one.
He says he’s feeling very proud,
he says we’re all so dear.
and then he reads his card out loud
so everyone can hear.
The ribbon’s lovingly untied
then folded in his lap.
The sticky tape is slowly pried
from every paper flap.
And now it’s time for us to start.
We can’t wait any more.
We rip our wrappings wide apart
and drop them to the floor.
Our fumbling fingers tug at strings
to get to what we need.
We open up our pile of things
at record-breaking speed.
The day slips by, it isn’t fair!
Why must it go so fast?
I wish I had my Grandpa’s flair
for making moments last!