to look for something needed at one big store,
the pull of yet another was so oddly gravitational
I spent an hour looking, spending longer and more
money than I'd planned.
And yet the gifts I bought are grand,
in my opinion, borderline sensational.
I find myself regretting that I still have weeks
to wait for a more proper date to hand them,
wrapped up nicely, to recipients of this fun
and unexpected venture out into the crowds today.
Suddenly I'm child-like,
wild anticipation for the Christmas tree,
still stored up in the attic as it waits, I fear, on me.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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