'Twas Christmas day in ninety-five
When first we learned Meg would arrive.
A box with tiny clothes, no shoes,
It took a genius to deduce.
Graduation day, that's when she showed up.
Wait! I blinked, now she's all grow'd up.
Soon she'll have her own graduation,
I think this calls for celebration.
Celebrate. But how? That's the dilemma.
To which I say "no hay problema".
You see, I've found the perfect thing
That's sure to make this girl's heart sing.
A special present, don't you see,
To honor not just one, but three
Occasions that alone are worthy
Of dressing to the nines, so purdy.
This thing, a gift that's meant for you,
For Christmas, birthday, grad'ation, too,
May not come easy, but please choose
To pay attention to all the clues. . .
