It’s not the boxes,
the wait for the mail,
some dream little thing.
All that’s wanted
is you:
the slice of your heart,
the being known
by you,
being loved
by you,
being held
by you.
There is no greater gift;
your genuine love
is all that’s wanted
beneath the tree
this Christmas.
Shawn L. Bird 
The thing some men just forget. She taught me early, and it remains, even though she’s gone on.