That It & A Box Full of Blessings

That It Beneath the Christmas Tree

What, what, what can It be that It beneath the Christmas tree?

Is It from I don’t know where? Is It from here or from there?

Is It a dozen or pair?  Will It arrive with a spare?

It might have fled from the zoo. Could It be a great gnu?

It might be from someone new, or is It from you know who?

It may be bagels and lox, but It is such a big box.

It may be coal lumps or rocks, or It might cause lively shocks.

I can rip It asunder. That could be a big blunder

If that box I should plunder.  It just leads me to wonder.

What, what, what can It be that It beneath the Christmas tree?

Wait, wait for that It to see for what that It is to be.

I could shake It like the trees.  Would there be a scented breeze?

If that It began to wheeze would it make me start to sneeze?

It is so bright and so grand.  Does It come with a brass band?

Is It remote or unmanned? Will It wriggle in the sand?

I shant be near it messing; ought not re It be guessing.

I know that I’m obsessing ‘bout that It; I’m confessing.

Wow, pow, now the It I see there beneath the Christmas tree?

Why blessings It is, full of glee given to you and to me.

A Box Full of Blessings

Our lives are easy our attitudes breezy.

We have blessings a slew when others have few:

Clean water to drink pouring out of the sink

Running cold, warm or hot in gallons a lot.

We water grass and trees as much as we please,

Lakes and pools to the brim to boat or to swim.

 There is power for lights and heat on cold nights,

Homes where we’re livin’ these gifts we are given.

We’ve money and jobs, conveniences in gobs.

We’ve enough for the toys for our girls and boys.

Trash leaves in a rush; we have toilets that flush,

Beds and bassinettes, silver and tea sets,

Shoes and mittens and full pantries in kitchens,

TVs and cable and food on the table.

We’re travelers first class in cars full of gas.

The highways are paved and by others are raved.

We have freedom to be, argue or agree.

There’s peace in a land, which is truly quite grand.

We have friends of good cheer, family so dear,

A million great blessings.  Why all the stressings?

We take for granted what others are scanted.

I hope It you see beneath your Christmas tree.