Coffee brewin’, slippers on
Lights still blinkin’ just past dawn
You tear the ribbon, I catch the fall
Crimson scraps and silver sprawl
a box is opened, joy released
And I’m the one who clears the feast
A crumpled bow, a tag half-torn
A memory made, a moment born
I gather bits from where they land
And fold the day with quiet hands
I’m the keeper of the wrapping here
The one who moves through joy and cheer
While gifts are opened, hearts are wide
I make sure every scrap’s inside
And though my part is soft and small—
It’s how treasure the love of all
gentle, melodic acoustic hook
The kids are wild, the paper flies
A storm of sparkle in their eyes
You hold your gift, you beam so wide
I fold each wrap and set it aside
andI see beauty in the pile
from every merry christmas smile
I’m the keeper of the wrapping here
The one who moves through joy and cheer
While gifts are opened, hearts are wide
I make sure every scrap’s inside
And though my part is soft and small—
It’s how I treasure the love of all
The dog’s asleep beneath the chair
A ribbon’s tangled in your hair
I catch a glance, you wink at me
Like you remember silently
That every year, through all the cheer
I’ve been the one who’s always near
every gift of paper and bows
brings a joy that nobody knows
My christmas gift of watchin’ you
Unwrap our life, our laughter too
I’ve seen the years in paper trails
The way our joy never fails
From tiny hands to grown-up grace
I’ve held this space, I’ve kept this place
And when the day is packed away
And silence takes the stage to play
I’ll still be here, while other are napping
living large as ..Keeper.. of ..the ..Wrapping
I’m the keeper of the wrapping here
The one who moves through joy and cheer
While gifts are opened, hearts are wide
I make sure every scrap’s inside
And though my part is soft and small—
It’s how I treasure the love of all
The Christmas paper’s gone, the.. room ..is still—
But love remains… and.. always... will

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Keeper of the Wrapping

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Keeper of the Wrapping

Edwin Balder