Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 I'm a Given

In each November I prepare

For my trips through the holidays.

Season of giving, I'm aware,

And taken from my dormant phase

Where I've been stuck since last year end.

And I become wrapped up once more,

Anticipating trips to send

Me to folks in places galore.

Over the years I've held up well

Through all the forwarding of me,

Until I reach a shelf to dwell

Until the next year's Yuletide be.

Each Yule it is my goal to take

'Round the world trip by this fruitcake.