Welcome Christmas

At Christmas when the lonely sit alone; when the day has come at last. There's a hesitation for your soul that a present comes to ghast. Where the thought of who was giving brought a moment joy would laugh. And the spirit was caught rising to disgrace the life we staff. Though the cards weren't on the table and the path was clearly marked. Still you wonder where mistaken your decicions laid unharked. That you welcome your sadition your own fate has put you in. Knowing no way was anothers or your path has let you been. And you sigh from what is comfort knowing you might see the past. When you know it's cause the future wasn't hindered for your mast. And the thought of gifts from others makes you feel you're loved from heart. Where the memory of their actions only feeds a soul to start. That you open up your present and you feel the love flow out. And your thankful that you waited for the thought you've kept cast out. And you wish them Merry Christmas from the bottom of your heart. Knowing what's more than the future than the carrot of the scart. And you welcome Christmas morning with the angels of the lord. When you welcome what is Christmas when not seen through it's accord.