I AM CALLED CHRISTMAS

I AM CALLED CHRISTMAS

I appear but once a year, I am the day,

The cold that comes with it is part of me.

The snow falling down may be when I’m around,

Decorated trees have everything to do with me.

Songs of the season, mistletoe, and a snowman.

I am called Christmas, a celebration of family and togetherness,

Gifts given, love, and happiness are a piece of what I am.

I am a day of peace and goodwill toward man,

I am a sleigh ride through the sky by a jolly old man

And reindeer on such a special night.

I am called Christmas, the name stands for many

Happening events throughout the land,

I am not one man, I am many hearts on a December day.

Keith Garrett

 

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A TINY HEART IN THIS CREATURE OF GREEN

A TINY HEART IN THIS CREATURE

OF GREEN

Up so high on a mountain lived he,

A creature of anger and bitterness we see.

All alone just a dog and his master,

Seeking to cause a villages disaster.

Down from his home late one night,

To take away Christmas from the children with smiles so bright.

As he slithered and crept through their homes in the dark,

The wind howled through the cold as he left his mark.

Away he went with their decorations and gifts,

Back up to the mountain where this mean old Grinch sits.

From way up high as he heard laughter and cheer,

To this tiny heart something happened fore he could not bring sadness and fear.

Down he went to the souls that he hurt,

To bring back Christmas to them all in all it was worth.

Keith Garrett

 

FROM EYES OF A WINTER CHILD

FROM EYES OF A WINTER CHILD

It’s almost Winter, it will be cold and the snow will fall,

I’ll put on my boots and warm clothes for an outside adventure.

My friends and I will make a snowman and throw snowballs at each other,

An Amesbury Winter with Icicles hanging from the roofs.

The woods and hills will be covered with blankets of snow,

The freezing temperatures will be felt through my clothes.

Our Christmas tree will be full of colors so bright,

I wait for Christmas, Santa will fly high across the Massachusetts sky.

Reindeer will guide him through the night,

From the North Pole, these thoughts from eyes of a Winter child.

The snow will fall on one Christmas Eve, I will see,

From eyes of a Winter child, I did see,

Once upon a time a child did believe.

A home once in the snow, a lifetime ago,

I remember from eyes of a Winter child.

Keith Garrett

 

SHE SANG FOR CHRISTMAS

SHE SANG FOR CHRISTMAS

She could see that there was not much spirit in the world,

Faith and humanity crumbling throughout mankind.

High on top of a mountain she stood, a song in her heart,

She sang for Christmas wanting it to echo across the sky.

She sang about friendship and togetherness, singing loud,

She sang about laying down your weapons, a moment of joining hands.

She sang for Christmas about peace and harmony from land to land,

She sang her song with a prayer for the changing of man.

Keith Garrett

 

CHRISTMAS ANGEL

CHRISTMAS ANGEL

O’ beautiful Angel who are you, are you from heaven,?

I see you sitting there praying so peacefully on the ground.

A face I can not see, hidden beneath your arms you are,

Imagine do I the beauty of your heavenly smile, I dream.

The color of your hair shines under the nights’ falling snow,

Surrounds your spirit is a most wonderful glow, yes! Angel.

Wings of white spread wide into the Winter cold night,

Your body draped in a gown of red, beautiful are you.

O’ Christmas Angel please tell me why it is that you rest,

Why beneath that empty, almost lifeless tree, under the dark of night.

Words will not describe the way that you appear,

The way in which my eyes see you Christmas Angel.

Keith Garrett

SANTA, THE MAN IN RED

SANTA, THE MAN IN RED

He lives in a world far from here,

Where the snow is cold this time of year.

Friends and family are there year round,

To help with his quest, around the world he is bound.

Santa, the man in red known to be,

A jolly old guy no mortal can see.

On this Christmas eve he fly’s through the sky,

In his sleigh full of toys, a ho!, ho!, ho!, and a sigh.

As the wind whistles on this magical night,

The snowflakes fall to a layer of white.

He passes so quietly over their houses of sleep,

Under the trees, presents to keep.

Back to the North pole it’s now time for bed,

Goodnight to Santa, the man in red.

Keith Garrett

 

A PLACE IN THE COLD

A PLACE IN THE COLD

Far away he lives from here,

Deep in the North pole is where this man

Dressed in red makes his home.

So magical a place, no one has seen,

Beyond where dreams are made it seems.

Reindeer roam around outside,

Waiting for the season when they fly through the sky.

At work are they, little people in this place,

Toys to create smiles on children’s faces are what they will make.

A place in the cold made long ago,

There lives Santa is what has been told.

Keith Garrett