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The Perfect Gift

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through his life,

He never knew what presents to get for his wife.

Had she said she liked chocolates or perfume or rings,

To be honest it could have been any of those things.

When Christmas Day came she searched under the tree,

Then she opened a present and cried out with glee.

It was just what she wanted, she said with a kiss,

Yet he couldn’t remember buying that actual gift.

She knew that her husband was no Secret Santa or Elf,

So to get the present she wanted, she’d bought it herself.