WHEN REINDEER FLY

In a place so far away, a magical, fantasy world,

A Northpole dreamed up in a wanting child’s mind.

Imagination creates a world where all things are possible,

For just one night a year on Christmas Eve, they fly.

With their leader to guide them, they make a fantastic journey,

With the man in red at the reins, they follow a path around

The world.

When reindeer fly, listen close, look for them as you might

Get a glimpse,

When reindeer fly, fast as they disappear into the night.

Keith Garrett

                                   LIKE A BLANKET, I COVER YOU

Down from the clouds, upon you, I fall,

Light and fluffy but cold I am called.

To the rain I am related, to start out soft

As the earth gets warmer then am I lost.

Like a blanket, I cover you, not so warm you

Will know,

White as a marshmallow, not as heavy It is told.

Throw me you can, or watch as I come down,

Not much noise do I make as I touch the ground.

I’ll go away for a while you see,

But come back I will, for I’m always to be.

Keith Garrett

                                  A WINTER’S VISIT

                                  BY KEITH  GARRETT

He came to visit, it was time to say hello,

Been away for a while, he came with a song.

The snow is coming down, he’ll stay till the Spring,

So glad that he’s here, a visit from a friend.

“how have you been”  my  words to him,

A slight smile on his face, not an answer to give.

“it’s nice to see you, so glad that you’re here”

Again a smile, down his face runs a tear.

“Almost Christmas my friend, thanks for your gift”

“He looked at me and spoke” “What gift” “a Winter’s visit”

“I hope you’ll stay but I know in the Spring you’ll go away”

He had a song for me about why he couldn’t stay.

“I once lived but now I have a new home”

“Thanks for remembering me” “I’m in heaven” ” also in your heart”

                           SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS

He lived so very long ago,

His name, ST, Nicholas, born in the snow.

To the children, he gave of himself you see,

A gift of love passed on to you and me.

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS lives today,

At the holiday season, he comes to say.

A time for man to come together,

For one short time put away all bad weather.

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS is here once more,

Open your heart, open your door.

Merry Christmas,

Keith Garrett

                        SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS

He lived so very long ago,

His name, ST, Nicholas, born in the snow.

To the children, he gave of himself you see,

A gift of love passed on to you and me.

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS lives today,

At the holiday season, he comes to say.

A time for man to come together,

For one short time put away all bad weather.

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS is here once more,

Open your heart, open your door.

Merry Christmas,

Keith Garrett

                                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

                                         SANTA CLAUS

Take a look at this man, the spirit of Christmas as he stands,

Grown on his face is an enormous, white beard, a jolly old man.

A red coat and cap trimmed in white color, warm as he needs,

A black belt around his waist and boots of black worn on his feet.

He’s known for a ho! ho! ho! and a Merry Christmas! to all, Santa Claus,

As he flies through the air on Christmas Eve and to all a good night.

If you can dream like a child or dream as a child you once were,

Up at the North Pole, he lives, in a fantasy village far, far away.

Keith Garrett