A Reluctant Giver

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An innocent child is she.
Bringing a box from birth 'til the other day.
Never she knows with it what she shall do.
She's just instructed to handle it with care.
She follows obediently, and even refuses to play.
She's afraid she'd break it, or a gift it would no longer be.
She then notices the girls as small as she,
Carry glittering boxes that look so differently.
With bows and ties and even expensive beads.
They say it'll make the gift as important as can be.
She follows their advice and create a ribbon for her box.
Until she's used to do it depending on the fad.
Yet the day comes when unexpectedly,
The box slide from her tiny hands,
To pieces it break and mending it is an impossibility.
Confuse, lost and don't know what to do,
To God she comes to be consoled .
Her heart's agony the heavenly Father hear.
"What it is my child, what brings you here?"
Unable to look up she manages to utter,
"Forgive me heavenly Father, but my box I've carelessly drop.
What will become of me, a careless soul?"
The loving Father embraces her and answers,
"No my child the gift is not the box but the whole of you in front of me.
The box is just a show for people who do not know.
They would never know 'til they break their box just like you.
No matter what you're always a perfect gift because you come from me."
Happily she dances and shouts and sings.
After all she's free.