Amidst the cheer of yuletide’s glow, A custom gift, too late to show, Through winter’s chill, it missed the flight, But promises a second night. A Christmas trailed by hope’s embrace, Where joy will fill the waiting space, For though it comes a bit delayed, The love it holds will not have frayed. So let the tree hold vigil true, As dreams of gifting start anew, A second Christmas, round the bend, Where tardy gifts and hearts will mend.