Beneath the twinkling fairy lights and trees decked with pride,

A humble hero waits in wings, its purpose bona fide.

Not costly, not adorned with jewels, nor wrapped in velvet cord,

Yet Christmas owes a secret debt to corrugated board.

Underneath the tree, the parcels lie—brown boxes, stacked with care,

Their wavy, sturdy fluting, keeping treasures safe in there.

From festive gifts for cherished friends to baubles for the tree,

The board supports each cherished gift, with steadfast certainty.

Now it’s time for the presents, eyes alive with glee,

They tear away the wrapping, but the box is first to see.

A fortress for the chocolates, a cradle for new toys,

The corrugated guardian of every Christmas joy.

So raise a glass, give thanks aloud for gifts both grand and small,

For corrugated board, unsung, the backbone of them all.

At Christmas, let us celebrate—this paper, ribbed and scored,

The magic addition to festive cheer – corrugated board.