At Christmastime each
year,
My brother handed out
large bags
Filled with odds and ends—
All labeled with one tag.
Clark didn’t wrap the
gifts—
He piled them all
together,
And stretched the limits
of the bags
All tied with ribbon tethers.
But every item in those
bags
Was chosen with much care.
Each gift connected to the
one
Who reached in to see its
wares.
Sometimes the gifts were
odd,
Sometimes they brought a
tear,
Sometimes they were just
right
And brought grins from ear
to ear.
Like Santa with his sack
of toys,
Clark brought joy with
bags of gifts,
And this Christmastime
without him
He’ll be loved and dearly
missed.
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