The Greatest of All Gifts
In my mind as I see it, oh I feel very small.
There are pictures of our Christmases I can recall.
As I walk through the memories of so long ago,
There is singing and laughter and hearts all aglow.
And the lights on the tree filled our spirits with the joy,
That all little ones can feel when they unwrap a toy.
But the greatest of all gifts in that faraway place,
Was the happiness and peace on our sweet mother's face.
As I stroll through these visions the snow begins to fall.
I grab my sled, head outside and hear my siblings call.
Neighbors building snowmen, yuletide wishes in the air,
Heartfelt hugs and you could tell they genuinely care.
And the lights on the tree filled our spirits with the joy,
That all little ones can feel when they unwrap a toy.
But the greatest of all gifts in that faraway place,
Was the happiness and peace on our sweet mother's face.
The turkey's on the table now, we sit hand in hand,
Giving thanks to God for all His blessings small and grand.
Reminisce and laugh about the past year we have shared.
But we all understand that it cannot be compared,
To those years long ago when we gathered round the tree
Tearing open lots of gifts and yet we still agree,
That the greatest of all gifts in that faraway place
Was the happiness and peace on our sweet mother's face.
Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2017
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