Christmas in 1988,
I couldn't conceive it'd be so great.
We're gathered round the synthetic tree.
I open presents with Emily.
But over there is one more box,
Why it's a gift from Uncle Ross.
How, right then, could I even know
That inside was my first Nintendo?
Unwrapped it,
My face filled with joy.
This was more than just a stupid toy.
Monochrome with red LED,
And cartridge games, I could not believe.
But when we got home in the fur snow,
My mother hogged my first Nintendo.
Mario, was her game of choice,
And this addiction I could not outvoice.