By Harrison Kolander
“Picture,” my mom said as me and my sister where about to open the
Anger burned inside me
Waiting for the picture I looked at the gift it looked back, mocking me.
I started to wonder what was inside the mysterious gift.
It could be a lego set,
It could be a hoop and net,
It could be a baseball bat,
It could be a brand new hat,
It could be a toy ship,
It could be a coat with a zip,
It could be a smelly shoe,
It could be a loud kazoo,
After the picture I rip open the gift and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Author’s note: the poem is about on Christmas when I was like 6 our grandparents sent me and my sister a Christmas gift. I remember how eager I was to open it. I think it turned out to be a board game but the memory was better than what was inside.