He screamed down the stairs.
Not thank you
Not wow
Not OhMyGosh!!
No,
In the manner of teens everywhere,
“I’m gonna kill you!”
After all, his dad had just told him
He wasn’t getting a guitar for Christmas
Five minutes before they sent him up
To get the
“Forgotten” present
And the whole next hour as he sat and played
It was:
“My fingers hurt!
“So E will be G to me, I can remember this . . .
“I need to look at my fingers or I won’t get them in the right spot!”
And he might have seemed ungrateful
But then again,
He did give me a hug
Just for tuning it
And showing him how to
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