FOR YOU AT CHRISTMAS

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.

 

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IT’S ALMOST CHRISTMAS

IT’S ALMOST CHRISTMAS

It’s cloudy, rain was falling last night, a morning chill,

Candles lit, I sit here thinking about this past year and life.

A decorated tree is something I like to see, garland around the house,

Warm inside, thankful for a place to call my own, not always alone.

In bed at night I listen to what’s outside, I am inside, safe and alive,

It’s almost Christmas, some things seem to slow down as others move faster.

A peaceful time of year, thoughts of laughter and sadness that make up our year,

Soon this will be of the past, memories of times and a year that grow older with time,

It’s almost Christmas, take hold of it as each one is so different, maybe one more.

Keith Garrett

 

FRIENDS FOR CHRISTMAS

FRIENDS FOR CHRISTMAS

To all that are here, to the ones that once were,

Thank you for the kindness, for the hearts that do care.

Through the years many faces I’ve come to know,

Each has walked into my children’s and my life.

They come along at just the right moment in time,

They catch me when I am falling, they lift me up.

By themselves a piece of the puzzle are they,

Together they form the picture, they bring it to life.

So merry Christmas, thank you for entering the years,

One, by one you have given a special gift to my family.

How would I have made it, how would i\I have kept going,

Your thoughts and prayers, your words have mattered.

Friends for Christmas, friends remembered.

Merry Christmas,

Happy New year, Keith Garrett

HIS DRUM WAS HIS GIFT

HIS DRUM WAS HIS GIFT

To give he had nothing, this boy all alone,

Poor was he, nothing to own.

A gift for a king, a babe in a manger,

Something to offer this little stranger.

He searched and he asked the wise men of the land,

What shall I do, only a drum in my hand.

His drum was his gift, yes! this was it,

He’ll play, and play, they’ll watch as they sit.

They watched as he played, what a spectacular sight,

He banged on his drum under the stars of the night.

With tears in his eyes but a smile on his face,

His drum was his gift, it was Christmas born in this place.

Keith Garrett

MY JOURNEY THROUGH WINTER

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

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

 

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