Christmas Gifts
Tinsel of silver
And ribbon of red
Children were nestled
Asleep in their beds
Or, were they just faking
When we tiptoed past
To set up for morning
We had to work fast
The times were so different
It was then, they believed
In the jolly man, Santa
And his flight on the Eve
So many little gifts
Set in piles so neat
Just waiting for morning
And the sounds of their feet
But, now since they’re older
The truth, we’ve confessed
I’d expect them to understand
And ask, then, for less
The prices grew so high
For the presents desired
Yet, they still want so many
Though the cost is much higher
The wallets are emptied
And bank accounts bare
No raises or bonuses
There’s nothing to share
Yet, deep down within us
Neatly wrapped and so sure
Are the gifts, so worth giving
The gifts that are pure
There’s no gift receipt
Nor can it not fit
If one would receive
They’d not return it
They’d smile upon opening
And offer theirs back
The one gift of Christmas
Is the one that most lack
Let love and forgiveness
Be the gifts by the tree
There are really so many
Who need this to be
They wait in their darkness
For anyone with light
So share love with so many
On Christmas morning and night
Within all you givers
Are the gifts you’ll receive
The true meaning of Christmas
By the child conceived
Merry Christmas!
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2011
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