The Eternal Greeting

What is the welcoming word I hear     When I reach home at the close of day?     "Glad you are with us, daddy, dear?"     Something I'd like to hear you say?     No, it is this, invariably:     "Daddy, what have you got for me?"     "Deep affection," I might reply;     What would it profit if I did?     I might answer: "The price to buy     Clothes and edibles for you, kid."     You would repeat, insistently:     "Daddy, what have you got for me?"     Isn't my Self enough for you?     Doesn't my Presence satisfy?     No, that spelling would never do;     You want Presents, a new supply,     When you inquire so eagerly:     "Daddy, what have you got for me?"     'Twould be much nicer and cheaper, son,     If I were welcome without a toy,     But as I'm not, I must purchase one     And take my reward from your look of joy     When you open the bundle and cry: "O, see!     See what daddy has got for me!"