Boxes of all shapes and sizes
With ribbons of red, green and gold
Gifts of love that remind us
Of love that never runs old
One by one you open them
Peals of laughter and wide, wide smiles
You are as bright as the sunshine on a summer's day then
Happiness that can be felt from miles
The day draws to a resolute end
And you put your Christmas dress up on a hanger
The splendour of the gifts pale in comparison, when
The best gift of all was found in a manger.
A/n: Merry Christmas :)
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PoetryThoughts spared for the ones who love and hurt and smile and believe at the same time. © fourthrose 2015 | AL
