Packages

The fed-ex truck came today,
Bringing pure packaged joy
To our house and our group
Of five, all boy.

They had been told their bike helmets would come
Simple minded they accepted this as fact,
Not wondering how or why or where,
‘they just knew to send them here.’

When the man carried the box to the front door
They all gathered to stare,
When the slip of paper was signed, they all cheered.