AT THE VILLAGE

The snow is falling in a far away place,

It’s close to Christmas, much to do here.

Getting ready for his trip around the globe,

The man in red resting at the North Pole.

At the village Elves are making toys,

The reindeer are eating, preparing for their voyage.

Snowmen are alive in their Winter dress,

The smell of gingerbread, candy canes, and eggnog.

Christmas Eve is here at the village my dear,

A jolly old man and his Reindeer.

Set they are for their flight across the sky,

A ho! ho! ho! from Santa as they are on their way.

Keith Garrett

FOR CHRISTMAS I AM

As Winter approaches you think of me,

In your home, only for Christmas, I’ll exist for thee.

I’ll stand as I’m dressed with lights sparkling bright,

All watch with amazement as I light up the night.

Around me with ornaments will hang so to see,

Many different colors on Christmas eve.

There will be at my top a hat of a star,

Shining for all to see near and far.

Candy canes on my branches, one just for you,

Until next season, I’ll be waiting for you.

Keith Garrett

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 and all it was worth.

Keith Garrett

MY WINTER PARADISE

Step into a dream, take yourself away, so very far away,

Beyond what appears to be reality, to a fantastic place.

A log house built between snow covered mountains,

Lost in a land only Imagined in a childs mind, maybe.

Snow falling, a snowman comes to life, only here can he,

Reindeer walking about speaking to elves as they vanish.

Inside a fire burning, warm it does feel to a freezing body,

A Christmas tree high to the ceiling decorated with lights.

Baking in the kitchen are many types of delicious foods,

Gingerbread cookies cooling on the stove, what a scent.

Going sleigh riding through the frozen woods of fantasy,

My Winter Paradise is created from my heart and wishes.

Keith Garrett

MY WINTER PARADISE

Step into a dream, take yourself away, so very far away,

Beyond what appears to be reality, to a fantastic place.

A log house built between snow covered mountains,

Lost in a land only Imagined in a child’s mind, maybe.

Snow falling, a snowman comes to life, only here can he,

Reindeer walking about speaking to elves as they vanish.

Inside a fire burning, warm it does feel to a freezing body,

A Christmas tree high to the ceiling decorated with lights.

Baking in the kitchen are many types of delicious foods,

Gingerbread cookies cooling on the stove, what a scent.

Going sleigh riding through the frozen woods of fantasy,

My Winter Paradise is created from my heart and wishes.

Keith Garrett

CHRISTMAS TALK

The North Pole and Santa Claus in a village somewhere deep in the snow,

Elves running around dressed in many colors of the season.

Toys are their thing, for all children they make,

Snowmen speak in this land of magical things, tiny reindeer wait to fly away.

A trip with the man in red, a ho! ho! ho! and a Merry Christmas,

Bells are ringing on a clear Christmas Eve night.

Off goes a sleigh flying through the sky, all over the world, joy on this flight,

Ornaments on trees decorated bt those who can still dream.

Up on the rooftop, who might it be, dream baby, dream,

Eggnog and candy canes, a shot of that which keeps you warm.

A fireplace of wood crackling on a cold Winters night.

Christmas talk and fantasies come to life,

Make that one wish, may it come to you tonight.

Keith Garrett

BELLS AND CHIMES

LISTEN, O’ LISTEN

Music, music everywhere listen as it speaks, listen,

There’s a sound created in the wind, in the air, listen.

Tis the season of magical dreams and wishes made possible,

Listen, O’ listen as the spirit of the season sings to mankind.

Winter brings about the cold, frosty, snow but a feeling of warmth,

Bells and chimes are heard through Christmas cheer, music to the ear.

Listen, O’ listen to the sound of love singing in the nights,’ hear this,

Goodwill toward man is spoken with all good deeds unselfish.

Bells and chimes, bells and chimes echo in time, listen inside,

Bells and chimes, listen, O’ listen to the harmony of sound.

Merry Christmas,
Keith Garrett