Does our delight reside in things?
Or are the feelings in our hearts,
the real gift that Christmas brings,
It’s seeing those we love,
And sending Christmas cards, too,
Appreciating people who bring us joy,
Special people just like you.”
You always have a part,
Because a loving thought of you,
Is always in my heart,
Because each little wish of mine,
You’ve tried to make come true,
At Christmas time, I want to say,
How dearly I love you.”
And forget to say and do,
The many little things I should,
To show my love for you,
But since it is Christmas time,
I got (made) this card just to say,
That always, deep within my heart,
I love you more and more each day!”
There is something for everyone,
The sound of the bells,
The anticipation and the fun,
The smiles on the faces,
There is a strange magic in the air,
It’s the time for Christmas!”
And the very best of all,
Is contemplating those dear to us,
And the memories we recall,
We often think at Christmas time,
Of people, affectionately,
And we realize how blessed we are,
To have you in our family.”
Be deeper, its friendships stronger,
And its hopes brighter,
as it comes to you,
With fragrant Christmas scents,
Hearts filled with the loving glow
That Christmas represents;
Festive holly berry,
Little faces bright with joy,
Loved ones being merry;
Silver bells that tinkle,
Christmas trees and ornaments,
Colorful lights that twinkle;
To smile and hug and kiss us;
These are some of the special joys
That come along with Christmas.
As we light the Christmas tree?
Are we immune to cookies,
Christmas cards and Christmas glee?
At the Christmas candle’s glow?
Are we blasé about our gifts;
Do we shun the mistletoe?
For merry or for jolly?
Do the decorations leave us cold,
The ornaments and holly?
To love the Christmas magic.
A year without a Christmas
Would be boring, even tragic.
The feasting and good cheer;
O Christmas, lovely Christmas,
You’re the highlight of the year!
Filled with baubles, warmth and light,
Precious symbol of our affection
For Christmas time and its perfection,
Show each night your radiant glory
For “oohs” and “aahs” obligatory.
Show something special at your crown,
An angel, star, or splendid piece
To make our holiday joy increase,
An icon, pure, ideal, complete,
For Christmas memories fond and sweet.
Oh Christmas tree, we love you so!
There’s not a sign of snow.
Instead we spend our yuletide days
In the sun’s warm cheery glow.
The lights, the gifts, the bells,
(And “snowbirds” who arrive en masse
To fill our beach hotels.)
With our happy Christmas mood,
And we can also walk and run
Without having to be snowshoed.
Who have no snow or ice.
We think our sunny Christmas here
Is a holiday paradise!
food, sparkle of ornaments and lights,
feasting on favorite foods,
I wish this Christmas
would envelop you
in the special warmth
and rich contentment
the season brings.
all those who love you
let you know how much they care,
so that you feel happily wrapped
in their affection.
would be one you never forget,
a shining beacon in your memory
to light all of your days.
Bright, happy days bring special kinds of pleasure.
We’re wrapped in the excitement of it all,
The sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes we treasure.
About our finest blessings all year through,
We focus on our family and our friends,
And appreciate the gift of knowing you!
That bring me great delight and sweet surprise,
But nothing in this world can bring such joy
As you do, when you look into my eyes.
The caring and the giving–I confess,
You’ve given me the things I want the most:
Your love, your touch, your kiss, your warm caress.
That just the thought of you sets me aglow;
You light me up from deep within my heart,
Because I cherish you, and love you so.
I treasure every hour and every minute.
Your love is all I’ll ever want because,
My life is so fulfilling with you in it.
Isn’t one to be found by a Christmas tree.
It’s you, my treasure, my wonderful wife,
The most beautiful, glorious thing in my life.
A most wonderful prize whose love still shines bright.
I shudder to think how bare life would be,
If the gift of your love weren’t given to me.
And those joys still go on when Christmas is done!
lived in a meadow of green,
among a family,
of tall evergreens.
He learned how to whisper
the evergreen song,
with the slightest of wind,
that came gently along.
He watched as the birds
made a home out of twigs,
and couldn’t wait till
he, too, was big.
For all of the trees
offered a home,
the maple, the pine, and the oak,
who’s so strong.
“I hate being little,”
the little tree said,
“I can’t even turn colors
like the maple turns red.
I can’t help the animals
like the mighty old oak.
He shelters them all
in his wide mighty cloak.”
The older tree said,
“Why, little tree, you don’t know?
The story of a mighty king
from the land with no snow?”
Little tree questioned,
“A land with no snow?”
“Yes!” said old tree,
“A very old story,
from so long ago”.
“A star appeared,
giving great light
over a manger,
on long winter’s night.
A baby was born,
a king of all kings,
and with him comes love,
over all things.”
“He lived in a country
all covered in sand,
and laid down his life
to save all of man.”
Little tree thought of the gift
given by him,
then the big tree said with the
“We’re not just trees,
but a reminder of that day
There’s a much bigger part,
of a role that we play!”
“For on Christmas eve,
my life I’ll lay down,
in exchange for a happier,
And as I stand dying,
they’ll adorn me in trim.
This all will be done,
in memory of him.”
“Among a warm fire,
with family and friends,
in the sweet songs of Christmas,
I’ll find my great end.
then ever so gently,
He’ll come down to see
and take me to heaven,
Jesus and me.”
“So you see, little tree,
we are not like the oak
who shelters all things
beneath his great cloak.
Nor are we like the maple
who’s colors leave many
standing in awe.”
“The gift that we give
is ourselves, limb for limb,
the greatest of honor,
in memory of him.”
The little tree bowed,
his head down and cried,
and thought of the king
who willingly died.
For what kind of gift
can anyone give?
Than to lay down your life
when you wanted to live?
A swelling of pride
came over the tree.
Can all of this happen
Because of just me?
Can I really bring honor?
By adorning a home?
By reminding mankind
that he’s never alone?
With this thought, little tree
began singing with glee.
Happy and proud
to be a true Christmas tree.
You can still hear them singing
even the smallest in height,
singing of Christmas
and that one holy night.