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.