Christmas Dolly

I am the wrapped doll

hidden under the tree

Won't you please hurry

to come and find me.

My hair is blond,

my eyes are blue.

I'm in this box

waiting for you.

I'm dressed in a ball gown 

for a party

a tiara on my head.

Will you promise

to always love me,

and take me with you

when you go to bed?

Can you tell me

what you will name me--

Robyn, Donna, Jeanne,

Linda Sue or Mamie?

Please hurry and find me.

Let us dance.  Let us twirl.

I'm looking forward to meeting

my own special girl. (or boy)

     Are you starting to feel the Christmas spirit?  I certainly am.  Today's poem is written for Linda, who suggested this poem--one written in the persona of a Christmas present, from the toy's point of view.  Today's challenge is to write a poem from the point of view of the toy.  What would a sled say?  I'm thinking the yo-yo would have quite a story to tell.  How about that drum, or even the angel on top of the tree?  Can you tell their stories?  Please share your poems.  Happy holidays