I've had trouble wrapping Christmas gifts;
it has always been your job to do this ***** work.
I work to get the Christmas bonus,
we do the shopping,
you do the wrapping.
Plain as day.

But you left me, and I had to do all the work by myself. And so
I made a list of steps in the new skill I have mastered:

1. Unroll the gift wrapper. Spread it. Cover all bases. Never adore the design and adornments; it will be ripped anyway.

2.  Put the gift in the middle of the paper. Estimate how much paper are you willing to save or spend and waste.

3. Tape the ends. Put tape wherever. Don't try to hide the tapes. Secrets are meant to be revealed anyway. TIP: The more you put tape, the uglier your gift wrap will be. You think tapes will mend loose ends but it will simply destroy the aesthetic value of your gift.

4. Fold and tape. Tape and fold. Design it however you like. Origami the **** out of it. It will be destroyed anyway.

5. Put the gift card. Write with your best handwriting. With a smile swathed on your face. Add a dash of artificiality. No matter what you put here, this will not merit anything; It will not be read anyway.

Four Christmases you have been wrapping those gifts. Now that I have
wrapped some this year, I'm pretty sure why you've left. Plain as day.

*PS Wait for the gift I am sending you over. I wrapped it just for you.

Prologue (goddess)
When the war of the beasts
Brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss
Her gift everlasting

Act 1 (the wanderer)
Infinite in mystery
Is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus
And take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul
Knows no rest

Act 2 (the hero)
There is no hate only joy
For you are beloved
By the goddess
Hero of the dawn
Healer of worlds
Dreams of morrow
Hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away
The end is nigh

Act 3 (the abhorred)
My friend, do you fly away now
To the world that abhors you and I
All that awaits you
Is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend your desire is the bringer of life
The gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

Act 4 (the avenger)
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams
No honour remains
The arrow has left
The bow of the goddess
My soul corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment
To find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legends shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The winds sail over the waters surface
Quietly but surely

Act 5 (the sacrifiser)
Even if the morrow
Is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew
That clenches the land
To spare the sands
The seas and the sky
I offer thee this silent sacrifice

There is no hate only joy
For you are beloved
By the goddess
Hero of the dawn
Healer of worlds
Dreams of morrow
Hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away
The end is nigh

Infinite in mystery
Is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus
And take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul
Knows no rest

There is a gift for you
It is now in your life
It wasn’t before, when you knew nothing about it
And even now that you know, the unknown remains inside
You want to open it! Solve the mystery

But the packing is so beautiful,
What if that’s my gift?
A nice packing. It could be.
After all, that is what incited my interest
My curiosity
But I want to know
Is there something more?
I mean, the packing is nice
But maybe the gift is special
What if it is not? You know, few things in life are truly interesting
But what if…

You can’t know if you don’t open it
Open it, open it!

But the packing…
What if I ruin it?
Oh well, I’ve got to try
It was wrapped with so much care
It has to be nice
But I will take a photo, just in case
It will be the memory I can save
If everything goes wrong

If everything goes wrong?
At least you got the moment
Now open your gift! See what you were given
There should be a reason
For it to have been hidden

I will do it slowly
Even if I feel like my fingers can’t wait
So much curiosity!
I almost can’t hold myself
But I have to keep calm
What is the point
Of unwrapping it too fast?
Is pleasing my curiosity
Everything I want?
Will the gift be
Anything I want?

First movement.
The thoughts go
Get confused
Mess around
What can it be?
Second movement.
All together
Waiting for it
Can you see?
Third movement

Done

God sent me a beautiful angel.
A beautiful angel with this rare melody.
A rare melody I've been dying to hear.
Dying to hear the love of my life speak to me.
Speaking to me about how much they been waiting for me.
Waiting for me to find my way to my beautiful angle with this rare melody I've been dying to hear.
         -s.g