A Christmas Gift
Christmas Light Up at Oxford Street, London (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I was caught
In the crush of Christmas shopping,
Fighting the crowds
And always stopping,
To find the right gift
That I can give to you
But nothing seems right.
What shall I do?
The weather is snowing.
The street lights are glowing.
Everyone is knowing,
That Christmas is near.
The crowd is in a hurry.
The people all scurry,
As they battle the flurry and
Shouts of good cheer.
But I have a task
That is not like the rest.
I must choose a gift.
It must be the best.
I’ll search everywhere.
Do what I can do.
The cost doesn’t matter,
Because it’s for you.
The Christmas Bells are ringing.
The snow begins clinging.
Choirs will be singing
Of heaven above.
As soft music plays,
On this Christmas Day,
I know I will say,
That my gift is Love.
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