Ode to the Insignificant Item

Oh Insignificant Item, you call yourself a present
With your pointless curves, and meaningless price
You really are quite pleasant.
Under my Christmas Tree, and with a bowl of cooked rice
I see you there, all lonely and scared.
So I decided to play with you
Even though my friends stood wide eyed, and stared
Some of them though I had come down with the flu
That fateful fruitful experience, and nonsensical text
Made me feel worm inside
So of my presents, I opened the next
You said "Thank you for noticing me"

And I said, "no more egg nog and EarthBound before bed"

-Toaster