True Gifts
Oh, the joyous smiles
Christmas time brings.
Anticipation is in the air,
boxes are brimming,
and young hands are eager to
relieve them of their burden.
This is the joy of a child's heart,
which we know will blossom in time
to find the true meaning--
which lies beneath the pretty paper,
--of generosity, caring, and love.
Not only in our own hearts,
but that which is divine.
The real joy comes not from
the trinkets and treats,
baskets and bows,
but from the undeniable warmth and comfort
of being in the presence
of the ones who truly love you,
unconditionally.
These ties,
unlike pretty ribbons on packages
do not fray.
These memories,
unlike the bright colors
of gift wrappings
do not fade.
These bonds,
unlike the glue which binds
the boxes
cannot be torn apart
These are the true gifts of Christmas
that will forever live in our minds and souls
and nourish us and our families throughout the years.
Copyright © Shelley Moore | Year Posted 2015
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