Twenty plus years ago I went to a poetry reading way downtown in New York City. It was this time of year and there were a lot of people crammed into this basement, and it seemed that each one had their poetry to share. Someone got up and said a brief and real poem that I remember in my mind this way: "I remember my first hug/ I don't remember who gave it to me/ but I remember the hug/ And this year for Christmas/ the only present that I want/ is another hug."
Haiku Heights' prompt this month is the word gift. Here is my offering:
It feels like a hug
heart to heart, with affection
is the best present