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First there's the joy of choosing. Now then, what shall it / be? -- Useful? Pretty? Amusing? Love chooses thoughtfully. Then / there's the joy of paper, green leaves with berries red; a card with / a Christmas taper, tied with a golden thread. Then there's the joy / of tying (not string of the common kind! ) ribbons that we've been / buying that glitter as they unwind. Then there's the joy of / weighing, addressing the label, too; and, of course, there's the joy / of saying, "With love from me, to you! " But nought like the joy of / dreaming how happy that someone will be; how eyes will be brightly / gleaming and mouth smile happily. Joy past the power of rhyming to / follow that parcel in thought; to hear, with gay laughter chiming, / "Look what the postman has brought! "