What shall I give you for Christmas? I said. <br />What a question! you complained. <br />OK, I said, I'll give you something <br />nice and smelly from the Body Shop. <br /> <br />But, you said, please, <br />don't give me <br />the cold shoulder, <br />or the elbow, or <br />the bum's rush. Please, <br />don't give me lip <br />or cheek - unless I've <br />asked for it. Please, <br />you said, don't give me <br />two fingers, or calf love <br />(I'm too old for that, I said) <br />And don't kidney, you went on, <br />because I couldn't stomach that. <br /> <br />No, I said, but I could give you <br />the glad eye, <br />the thumbs-up, <br />a leg-up... <br />I could give you a hand... <br />in fact, as everybody nose, <br />I want to give you the whole <br />package: myself, <br />heart, body and soul.... <br /> <br />I quite like that moisturiser <br />they make from palm oil, you said, <br />could you get me some of that?<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-poems-christmas-present/
