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Sunday December 7, 2014

Suburban haiku: wrap up

Peyton PriceThis time of the year

don't forget what's important:

Scotch tape and scissors.

We do not bag gifts.

We wrap our gifts with gift wrap

'cause that's how we roll.

Won't this be charming?

Gift wrap made by my children.

("Keep stamping. No breaks.")

Here, let me show you

how to cut out a snowflake.

"We YouTubed it, Mom."

One more gift to wrap.

Oh wait! One more gift to buy.

One more gift to wrap.

Bless them, every one.

I'm praying for those poor souls

pinning "Gifts to Make."

- Peyton Price

Peyton Price is the author of Suburban Haiku: Poetic Dispatches from Behind the Picket Fence. You can find her on Twitter, Facebook, or looking for the Scotch tape.

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