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

HOUSE IN THE SNOW

Way back in the woods is where this house sits,

Beyond trees of heavily covered snow, a family.

No one visits there very much as It’s very far,

Each year at Christmas is a special time for this house.

Family gather, lights of decoration are strung around the roof,

Glowing in the dark, night sky, the yard, a beautiful sight.

This house hides from the world, it lights up this night,

It’s cold outside, the fireplace has a warm glow hidden from snow.

House in the snow, you’ve been here from long ago,

Generation to generation, I’ve watched you all grow.

Keith Garrett

FOR YOU AT CHRISTMAS
Keith Garrett

Hear the bells ring and the harps play as snow falls,

Through the cold, white, trails I’ll travel, I’ll find you.

Feel the wind blow, listen as it whips through the trees,

Like the eerie sound of an organ or flute being played.

For you, at Christmas, I’ll dance to angels singing softly,

Playing heavenly music on clouds high above, clouds like snow.

I’ll create a tune heard by your ears alone, love whispered,

My gift is a simple idea that all is possible, to dream, baby dream.

In the Winter evening sky may you wish upon a star, wish darling,

May peace and all the wonderful things Imagined be yours.

For you at Christmas may god shine a light down upon you,

Deliver to you a gift of a prayer that happiness is yours.

For you at Christmas, For you at Christmas, For you at Christmas.

MY JOURNEY THROUGH WINTER

I see the days’, I listen to the world as it moves forward Into forever,

Running with the wind as it is cold, Oh! so cold, it touches my soul.

Sleep, sleep do many things lost in a dream, this is the season,

Mountains stand lonely behind the shadows visiting frequently.

Freezing rain makes its way down from the heavens’ above,

Changing as it does into white, silent snow, down, down on the road.

The sun slips sooner into the distance, darkness blankets the land,

Joy and celebration awaken to the sound of bells and Christmas dreams.

My journey through Winter is a peaceful and pleasant adventure taken,

This search of mine to find the meaning of happiness within myself.

There are those times when Imagine do I the quiet whispering in my ear,

Sounds of love wished for, only dreamed about in a romantic fantasy tale.

Believe do I the songs sung by angels Invisible, flying in the sky,

Seen in my mind are they as one by one speak to me, smiles as they fly.

This Winter there is said a certain goodbye, who will know the meaning,

My journey through Winter ends in musical tunes, sounds heard by you.

Keith Garrett

WHAT DRESSES A CHRISTMAS TREE?

It stands alone, naked in the cold, windy, night,

Take it home and dress it full of life, tonight.

How about a star for a hat, colorful and bright,

Strings of beautifully colored lights cover it alright.

Ornaments of various color hide its nakedness so tight,

Tasty candy canes hang from branches around the tree,

A stand at the bottom hold it up like feet, this tree of height,

What dresses a Christmas tree? all that we may dream.

Keith Garrett

HOME IN THE SNOW

Behind trees covered in blankets of white rests a beautiful home of wood,

Winter in a forest of snow layered magic and feelings of Christmas beauty.

Picture this warm and cozy setting from your mind with eyes closed A nice fire crackling from the fireplace as the cold wind starts to howl through the trees.

Smoke from the chimney drifts up through the air saying there is life here,

The only light on such a dark night comes from this fine house of such a calm peace.

Inside a tree with lots of decorations can only be Imagined without seeing Underneath presents wrapped with multiple colors just waiting for Christmas morning.

Who lives here, dream of them in your own thoughts of love and happiness,

This is where we all want to go, a special place, a home in the snow.

Keith Garrett

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