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.