Happy Returns

Oh my, another year gone.
I cannot recall what I 
spent it on, there have been
so many of them, straining
my credulity.  Lest I doubt
I have only to glance at him
for we have spent those years
together.  He is as impetuous
now as he was then.  Then?
Oh, back when dinosaurs
roamed the earth.  Our
youngest son once explained
how anxious he was
to take possession of a
dinosaur egg of his very own.
We have ourselves taken
possession of old age.
Though the year is not yet
upon us, he has pressed 
his gift upon me, for he cannot
wait out the time and I,
obliging, unwrap the gift
to suitable surprise and
absolute delight.  It shines back
at me, timeless, a veritable
clone of last year's gift,
an impressively matched pair.