The Perfect Gift

I have noticed a pattern within myself

As gifts begin to arrive at my doorstep.

I have noticed a pattern within

As I take those gifts I have carefully picked out for each recipient.

Each gift specially chosen,

Deep thought poured into each one.

As I carefully, tenderly wrap each gift

I imagine the recipient's face lighting up at the thoughtfulness of that gift.

I expect they will be filled with gratitude, awe, and wonder at the gift

I have carefully chosen for them.

In my mind a perfect moment is concocted.

I have noticed a pattern within myself

As gifts begin to arrive at my doorstep.

Gifts I have carefully picked for each recipient.

Gifts I have specially chosen.

Gifts I have carefully, tenderly wrapped.

Imagining how special they will feel,

Expecting that perfect moment.

What will I get out of that perfect gifting?

A moment of gratitude?

A second of being noticed?

A fleeting hope that someone else would find me to be

Worthy enough,

Loved enough,

Mattering enough,

Special enough.

Enough to take the same time and effort to pick that perfect gift for me.

I have noticed a pattern within myself

As gifts begin to arrive at my doorstep.

I have noticed a pattern within

As I take those gifts I have carefully picked for each recipient.

Each gift specially chosen,

Deep thought poured into each one.

As I carefully, tenderly wrap each gift

I remember the Gift

Carefully, tenderly swaddled in a manger.

I imagine

The the rosy cheeks

The soft chubby hands

The smells of milk and hay and animal dung.

Exhausted Mary and Joseph,

Sleeping Prince of Peace.

A group of excited shepherds,

Awe and wonder shared

At the thoughtfulness of the gift.

A perfect moment is cemented into history.

The ultimate gift given,

God's perfect gift to humanity.

It is so good to be reminded

I have been found to be

Worthy enough,

Loved enough,

Mattering enough,

Special enough.

Enough to be given the perfect gift.