A Small Little Box
A small little box
Sits on the countertop
Wrapped in old newspaper
With a used bow on top
It’s a pretty pitiful sight
But it’s addressed for me
It doesn’t seem real special
Oh, but what could it be?
It makes no sound when I shake it
And is not too heavy
And I don’t think it’s the key
To a new Chevy.
It’s from my dear boyfriend
Who hasn’t a cent to his name
And here it is Christmas
The gift looks really lame
Still it’s from him
Oh, but what could it be?
It’s my only present from him
And as he sits next to me
I reach for the gift
With a little doubt on my mind
Maybe a gift card
Was all he could find?
I pick up the gift
And the bow falls right off
I guess he forgot to apply tape
And he gives a little cough
I tear off the newspaper
And sadness it brings
It’s just a small little box
Fit for two cheap earrings.
Still I reach for the lid
No excitement bubbling inside
But he has a small paycheck
So I guess he has tried
I take off the lid
And to my surprise
A big smile emerges
And I look into his eyes
If there’s one thing I’d wanted
And only one thing
It is exactly what he’s given me
An engagement ring!
But how did he manage?
He’s as sly as a fox-
I guess I’ve learned that big things
Come in a small little box.