By Verna Lee Hinegardner 

"I must be practical," I said,

"he does not need a robe of red;

A flannel robe will be just right

to wear when he can’t sleep at night."

And, so I chose a flannel robe

to mail, gift wrapped, across the globe.

Regretfully, I judge my thrift.

I cannot choose another gift

for he has passed beyond my sight

and I’m the one awake at night.

Will grief assault each time I spy

the red slik robe I did not bu