Take this token of my appreciation
It’s something I’ve been working on
What you gave us
We can build on
Despite the ignorance you spawned
Let the Mad Men sing their song
Tap their ashes on the lawn
I know it’s not the gift for you
You’ll say it’s nothing you can use
But I believe when you look beneath the tree
Among the packages and tinsel you will see
Into your past
Every image I directed
Came from memories you groomed
Watching movies on an old projector
Flickering light across the room
Your father taught you how to skate
On silent Kodak Super 8
I know it’s not the gift for you
You’ll say it’s nothing you can use
But I believe when you look beneath the tree
Among the packages and tinsel you will see
Into your past