Unwrapping

The stuffing is fluffing
All over the room.
I rest, but then,
My work I resume.
Unwrapping the present,
Not easy to do,
But very good thing
Once it is through.
This wrapping, it holds,
A dear precious gift.
One that near no one
I think can resist.
I'm unwrapping memories,
Unwrapping the joy.
But this gift is special,
It's not a toy.
It must be treated
With careful precision.
Especially wisely
In every decision.
What am I unwrapping?
Well what can I say?
You see, I'm unwrapping
The gift of today.

This poem won second place for the April 2008 poetry contest