Just a box with a bow

I want to be your present
Tied up with a bow
Standing outside under the lights
In the bright, bright light of the snow
I want to have my edges cut
And trimmed so even and nice
I want the tape to seal up the paper
So you can’t see what’s inside
I need it all to be a secret
Even from myself
I want to sit so still and perfect
Perched on the top of the shelf
I want to be opened when I say it’s time
And explain everything you don’t know
Sit in this cardboard
And wait for the day
But the minutes and hours are slow