This piece is copyright 2008 by Ray Zimmerman and will appear in the soon to be released anthology,
Southern Light.
Christmas Papers
I was older when I noticed
the same color and pattern
on the Christmas paper.
Each year a pattern
graced a smaller package.
Christmas morning emanated
excitement and opening
packages with scissors,
carefully cutting tape,
so as not to rip the paper.
I was older when I noticed
my mother’s hands,
ironing on Christmas night.
She ironed the same towel
again and again.
Under the towel
Christmas papers
lost their creases,
regained smooth surfaces.
Her hands rolled the paper
we could not replace. Choosing
between gifts and new paper,
she chose gifts.
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