Since I didn't get Christmas cards out this year, please accept this offering. And yes, I hope one particular person is creeping around to see what Santa is bringing.
Call It A Gift
We speak of gifts this time of year
We spend our time in holiday cheer
With loved ones far, and near
But we must go deeper still
To discover what lay hidden there
Beneath wrappings we place with care.
To have a talent for
Or be available whenever
Are true hidden treasures
We seldom think of for each other
Yet we can use them, and give them
As any precious item placed before a tree
Like a life upon an altar in sacrifice.
And now I ask myself
Can this be my gift
To someone like you
And you be mine
Things intangible
Like trust in higher things
Of love, respect, and dignity?
Yes we can
So we shall
Appreciate these hidden meanings
Within this Christmas season
Tis more than we envision
Bright as any star amidst the heavens.
D.A. Wittler 17’
Call It A Gift
We speak of gifts this time of year
We spend our time in holiday cheer
With loved ones far, and near
But we must go deeper still
To discover what lay hidden there
Beneath wrappings we place with care.
To have a talent for
Or be available whenever
Are true hidden treasures
We seldom think of for each other
Yet we can use them, and give them
As any precious item placed before a tree
Like a life upon an altar in sacrifice.
And now I ask myself
Can this be my gift
To someone like you
And you be mine
Things intangible
Like trust in higher things
Of love, respect, and dignity?
Yes we can
So we shall
Appreciate these hidden meanings
Within this Christmas season
Tis more than we envision
Bright as any star amidst the heavens.
D.A. Wittler 17’
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