Beneath the boughs of flocked green,
A tapestry of colors and folded seams,
Each box is a story, neatly wrapped,
In ribbons whispering secret dreams.
The red, the white, the silver, the blue,
Each one a promise, each one is true.
They symbolize hope, joy, love, and grace,
A reminder of friendship in their embrace.
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Note: I did not wrap these presents. Any present I wrapped would look nothing like these. 
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Earl, my wrapping skills are mediocre, but it gets the job done.
You could probably do better than me, Ken. There are always gift bags! Haha
First of all I love the image!! And that poem is tops, my friend. Your use of keywords: promise, joy, dreams, hope, gace, and friendship shout of love. I also am not the best at wrapping and fall back on the gift bags. Just curious but which one has my name on it.
The biggest one, of course, Monte!