The act of giving, that represents care amongst family members. Christmas time, a time for eggnog, laughter and cheap bells that play ‘jingle bells; incessantly. The loved ones we miss, and this time that brings they’re memories so close, you can almost hear them say… “Merry Christmas!”
I have a gift that I want to give my better half. It is years upon years away. But it is the most selfless thing a woman can give a man. When the time is right, it will happen when we both want it to. We want to be ready for when this miracle comes. I have dreams about this gift entering the world. We briefly discuss the plans and ideas of this gift sporadically. We obviously have other things to focus on in our relationship. But when that day comes, it makes me feel so blessed to know that I personally can give him this gift. Until then, it’s just me and him taking over the world.
His voice is a gift, one that he’s willing to share with so many. She understands, because she does the same thing. Not for egotistical reasons (though it would be a lie to say there isn’t a bit of that involved), but because music is what they live for, and the reactions of an audience moving as one is a thrill they can’t get enough of.
I once got a gift from my Uncle David. It was a keychain because it was my sixteenth birthday so I got a new car from my parents. I really hate the color purple and the color of the keychain they gave me was purple. I kept it on for a while then eventually took it off because I couldn’t look at it anymore.
The best gift I could ever receive would be to have the chance to live in London. I’m not sure, but I have a gut feeling that my soul is meant to be there.
A simple gift that can bring a smile. The smile is what makes the gift, no matter how shiny the wrapping paper or how large the bow is. The true gift is when the person who passes on their wealth receives that pearly white gleam.
I feel like I’ve been blessed with gifts that I don’t even deserve. I can’t even return them because they didn’t come with a receipt. Now these gifts are like burdens on me.
Christmas time is here again, did you ask for something little Timmy? Did you sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas? Time’s are changing though do you even believe in Santa anymore? I want to, but I don’t
I remember us kneeling on his bedroom floor in front of his dresser as he pulled the heavy drawer open. I remember feeling wide-eyed surprise when I saw that he had kept everything I had ever given him. All the gifts, trinkets, cards, even vegan chocolate bar wrappers. I was a silly teenager before, unaware of the meaning of “inappropriate,” but still he loved me, and still he waited for me.
Something you get from someone or give to someone normally on a special occasion like a birthday or christmas. Sometimes they’re amazing like a giant Mulan cardboard cut out. Sometimes they suck like a key chain. No matter what, you better write a thank you note!!
The pencil hovered over the surface of the sketchbook, waiting for a breath of inspiration. Such motivation was hard to find as of late, and the untainted talent of the pencil’s wielder would continue to go unnoticed if the gap between lead and paper could not be bridged.
He always wandered aimlessly throught life, looking for his gift. WEll waiting for his gift to find him. The shoes in the window were filled with the image of his face looking longingly at him, envious of his size and freedom to move away from the boundaries of the shoe into a world that the image could not be able to imagine.
When I gave it to him, he took it as the greatest gift I could ever give. He was right, I suppose, but I didn’t think of it that way at the time. I thought, this has to leave me sooner or later, might as well be him, now, right now.
a gift is not something that should make you feel good, it is the thought of the gift that really matters. a gift is also not meant to buy your friendship a gift is meant to say something, like i love you.
gifts are like candy, you go to the store and sometimes you cant pick out just ONE. its like asking if you would rather eat chocolate or skittles. both are amazing. and receiving them is even worse, i mean what happens if they give you snickers but you are allergic to nuts?
I looked into the doorway to see the dirty floors, the unwiped counters, the clutter. I looked beyond to see the little face, smudged with paint, holding the best gift i would ever receive.
a gift is something that other people give as bribes in ofder to seem amibable. The best way to buy a gift is to pick something oyu want. IF they don’t like it then yoiu now have something you want
today i was expecting a gift form you in the mail. you told me you would give me the one thing i wanted more then anything else in this world… a letter from you. you are the best gift i could ask for. today is christmas.
“I want that one,” she said with a gleam in her eyes. I knew it was the perfect gift for her. The doll was her twin, same ocean blue eyes, porcelain flawless skin, rosy cheeks. Except the doll would never die, and little did she know…she was.
It’s a gift, he has. He could see the picture in the shattered pieces. He could take one look and scatter them in their perfect order. The puzzel-maker. He took broken things and repaired them, but even so, he could not fix me.
The gift of life, what a waste! I asked for a PS3 and all I get told was to be grateful I’m alive. How can I feel alive without those sweet graphics on my TV? I’m behind the technological curve…so far behind that the road looks straight. I’d trade in my crappy life for a Blu-Ray player.
you are a gift.
I met you in preschool, and we grew up together. best friends, but really, sisters. going to the zoo, playing in the sprinkler. and look at us now; going into highschool together. it’s been a rough year. but I want you to know that you’re beautiful and I love you to bits.
There was a kid who had nothing to give. She went to the party. Alone. She brought what she had. It wasn’t much. She opened her hand and showed it to the hostess. The hostess smiled.
A possibility, a sparkling having. It is all that I will give. Scooped into pale arms those flushing packages, smiles into the corner of small mouths puckered pink. I can hear the excitement mounding in the flesh of their dimples, the wetness around them. Sugar packed. Tell me can you hear the possibility, the ignoring of over. Tell me.
My gift, my gift to you is simple. It is not worth lots of gold, it is not ornate and extravagant. It may not be diamonds or silver or jewelry but it is more precious because it is the gift of my love.
A gift fell into his lap. He looked up from the source to see her grinning above him, his perfect angel ready to see him open the purple wrapped gift.
He worked his fingers quickly and pulled off the wrapping. ‘Keys?’ He asked.
I never received a gift in my whole life, I grew used to seeing the happy looks on my friends faces when they received something. My graduation was the hardest, all around me were people happy and smiling as they recieved gifts, but then yesterday I got a gift, someone saved my life.
A gift. Something given to please another. But also the gift of lie, of love, and liberty. What a gift it is to simply live in this country. A gift is not always tangible. It is simply something to be treasured, something to be loved and appreciated.
on cristmass i got a gift from my mum
The act of giving, that represents care amongst family members. Christmas time, a time for eggnog, laughter and cheap bells that play ‘jingle bells; incessantly. The loved ones we miss, and this time that brings they’re memories so close, you can almost hear them say… “Merry Christmas!”
Ooohhh. i like gifts.
this reminds me of christmas.
i like christmas tooo.
i like giving people gifts too.
and shopping for themm.
its fun.
:D
I have a gift that I want to give my better half. It is years upon years away. But it is the most selfless thing a woman can give a man. When the time is right, it will happen when we both want it to. We want to be ready for when this miracle comes. I have dreams about this gift entering the world. We briefly discuss the plans and ideas of this gift sporadically. We obviously have other things to focus on in our relationship. But when that day comes, it makes me feel so blessed to know that I personally can give him this gift. Until then, it’s just me and him taking over the world.
a present wrapped in a bow square, geometric, cold beneath a dead tree needles littering the carpet
His voice is a gift, one that he’s willing to share with so many. She understands, because she does the same thing. Not for egotistical reasons (though it would be a lie to say there isn’t a bit of that involved), but because music is what they live for, and the reactions of an audience moving as one is a thrill they can’t get enough of.
A present for you full of surprises. Could it be snakes? maybe.
People give gifts to everyone and love is my gift to you.
I once got a gift from my Uncle David. It was a keychain because it was my sixteenth birthday so I got a new car from my parents. I really hate the color purple and the color of the keychain they gave me was purple. I kept it on for a while then eventually took it off because I couldn’t look at it anymore.
The best gift I could ever receive would be to have the chance to live in London. I’m not sure, but I have a gut feeling that my soul is meant to be there.
A simple gift that can bring a smile. The smile is what makes the gift, no matter how shiny the wrapping paper or how large the bow is. The true gift is when the person who passes on their wealth receives that pearly white gleam.
I feel like I’ve been blessed with gifts that I don’t even deserve. I can’t even return them because they didn’t come with a receipt. Now these gifts are like burdens on me.
Christmas time is here again, did you ask for something little Timmy? Did you sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas? Time’s are changing though do you even believe in Santa anymore? I want to, but I don’t
A gift is lots of things. It can be a physical present or something like the ability to sing or dance well. I suppose a gift is what you make of it.
I remember us kneeling on his bedroom floor in front of his dresser as he pulled the heavy drawer open. I remember feeling wide-eyed surprise when I saw that he had kept everything I had ever given him. All the gifts, trinkets, cards, even vegan chocolate bar wrappers. I was a silly teenager before, unaware of the meaning of “inappropriate,” but still he loved me, and still he waited for me.
Something you get from someone or give to someone normally on a special occasion like a birthday or christmas. Sometimes they’re amazing like a giant Mulan cardboard cut out. Sometimes they suck like a key chain. No matter what, you better write a thank you note!!
The pencil hovered over the surface of the sketchbook, waiting for a breath of inspiration. Such motivation was hard to find as of late, and the untainted talent of the pencil’s wielder would continue to go unnoticed if the gap between lead and paper could not be bridged.
He always wandered aimlessly throught life, looking for his gift. WEll waiting for his gift to find him. The shoes in the window were filled with the image of his face looking longingly at him, envious of his size and freedom to move away from the boundaries of the shoe into a world that the image could not be able to imagine.
It was the smallest and yet most significant gift. A tiny precious mouthful of water in this dry and barren land was worth a bucket of gold.
When your heads in the clouds, you can always see it. Bright, you lead the way. The gift will follow.
When I gave it to him, he took it as the greatest gift I could ever give. He was right, I suppose, but I didn’t think of it that way at the time. I thought, this has to leave me sooner or later, might as well be him, now, right now.
Give them gifts give them paper they’ll love you for it. Give them anything.
a gift is not something that should make you feel good, it is the thought of the gift that really matters. a gift is also not meant to buy your friendship a gift is meant to say something, like i love you.
gifts are like candy, you go to the store and sometimes you cant pick out just ONE. its like asking if you would rather eat chocolate or skittles. both are amazing. and receiving them is even worse, i mean what happens if they give you snickers but you are allergic to nuts?
I looked into the doorway to see the dirty floors, the unwiped counters, the clutter. I looked beyond to see the little face, smudged with paint, holding the best gift i would ever receive.
a gift is something that other people give as bribes in ofder to seem amibable. The best way to buy a gift is to pick something oyu want. IF they don’t like it then yoiu now have something you want
today i was expecting a gift form you in the mail. you told me you would give me the one thing i wanted more then anything else in this world… a letter from you. you are the best gift i could ask for. today is christmas.
“I want that one,” she said with a gleam in her eyes. I knew it was the perfect gift for her. The doll was her twin, same ocean blue eyes, porcelain flawless skin, rosy cheeks. Except the doll would never die, and little did she know…she was.
gifting
the wind
with
dandelion seed
wishes
your name
whispered
upon
every one
It’s a gift, he has. He could see the picture in the shattered pieces. He could take one look and scatter them in their perfect order. The puzzel-maker. He took broken things and repaired them, but even so, he could not fix me.
The gift of life, what a waste! I asked for a PS3 and all I get told was to be grateful I’m alive. How can I feel alive without those sweet graphics on my TV? I’m behind the technological curve…so far behind that the road looks straight. I’d trade in my crappy life for a Blu-Ray player.
supple mounds of flesh
nestled gently beneath my chin
or
weighing me down with the reminder
of their presence.
gift or burden?
my eyes are up here.
I give my gift to the Universe.It is all tyhat I have.I give myself to the Universe.It is all that I have.All that I have is Love
you are a gift.
I met you in preschool, and we grew up together. best friends, but really, sisters. going to the zoo, playing in the sprinkler. and look at us now; going into highschool together. it’s been a rough year. but I want you to know that you’re beautiful and I love you to bits.
There was a kid who had nothing to give. She went to the party. Alone. She brought what she had. It wasn’t much. She opened her hand and showed it to the hostess. The hostess smiled.
A possibility, a sparkling having. It is all that I will give. Scooped into pale arms those flushing packages, smiles into the corner of small mouths puckered pink. I can hear the excitement mounding in the flesh of their dimples, the wetness around them. Sugar packed. Tell me can you hear the possibility, the ignoring of over. Tell me.
My gift, my gift to you is simple. It is not worth lots of gold, it is not ornate and extravagant. It may not be diamonds or silver or jewelry but it is more precious because it is the gift of my love.
A gift fell into his lap. He looked up from the source to see her grinning above him, his perfect angel ready to see him open the purple wrapped gift.
He worked his fingers quickly and pulled off the wrapping. ‘Keys?’ He asked.
I never received a gift in my whole life, I grew used to seeing the happy looks on my friends faces when they received something. My graduation was the hardest, all around me were people happy and smiling as they recieved gifts, but then yesterday I got a gift, someone saved my life.
A gift. Something given to please another. But also the gift of lie, of love, and liberty. What a gift it is to simply live in this country. A gift is not always tangible. It is simply something to be treasured, something to be loved and appreciated.
“whats inside?” she asked as her fingers felt around the tape at the edges of the gift wrap. pity she couldn’t keep the contents.