Unwrapping the bow first,
carefully setting it aside for reuse.
Sliding his finger along the crease
of the paper, and at the first misstep,
ripping it open. Not looking inside,
trying not to guess. Taking it
upstairs to his bedroom,
putting it on top of the bureau
and looking at it until he finally falls
asleep, fitfully. Waking in the middle
of the night. Not looking at it.