On the eighth day of December,
Boxes seem to be everywhere!
Some are full, many are empty –
But those last, won’t long so easily fare!
We have so many boxes,
I’ve finally lost count.
Of all shapes and sizes,
In high piles they mount!
After tomorrow, there’s bound to be more,
Many should be packed and taped tight.
I wonder how many, we’ll have in the end –
Putting them all together, will be quite a sight!
To the KING be all the glory!