The Meaning
I write with tears in my eyes
As I think of the true meaning of this time
I won’t lie, nor will I dramatize
In order to make this rhyme
We spend our money on silly things
As we hope it’s everything they need
Dealing with impetuous crowds
But in fact, giving in to greed
We wrap the gifts with pretty bows
Written on, from me with love
But do they like the little gifts
The toys, the hats, the gloves?
It’s not the contents of the gift
Nor, is it the money that was used
It’s more the hand that gives the gift
So, do not be so confused.
Look not in the box with the pretty bow
Look past it, at the face of the giver
You will then see the true meaning this Christmas
And the love that is delivered.
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