WHEN SHE SAW CHRISTMAS

WHEN SHE SAW CHRISTMAS

Alone she lived in her house up so high, many years this woman,

Forgotten has she the joy and happiness that once was shared.

Isolates herself from most of this world as sorrow showed her a frown,

How will she ever find that lost smile, does she care anymore.

Something was to happen that night, a most unusual dream was real,

Awoke did she in the dark of night, a look on her face but not of fright,

A thought to her mind, she did not know really why, back to sleep for the night.

Up in the morning to a light snow seen from her window, in her eyes a glow,

Walked out into the snow, a feeling inside, a smile so slight, memories of a child.

Cut did she a small tree that stood alone, brought it home, a star placed above,

That’s when at that moment, when she saw Christmas and smiled once again.

Keith Garrett

 

THIS YEAR, CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN

THIS YEAR,

CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN

You’re a long way from here, how far and where,

Days for you in the snow are gone, you are a breeze in Winter.

You flew away on a past Spring day, Christmas is almost here,

A first without you, know of this mom, you live in our hearts,

Tree of green stands there in memory of you, decorated with color.

Ornaments which hold the color of your eyes, lights replace your smile,

The color of your hair is a mixture of a Winter world, your laugh in the air.

This year, Christmas in heaven, can you see us from there, what do you wear,

Do you stand at our fathers’ side, I decorated as I do each year, I am here,

Merry Christmas! Mom, the only gift I can send this year is love and a prayer.

Keith Garrett

 

STORY OF AN ELF

STORY OF AN ELF

I come from far away, have been for many centuries,

Legends and stories told of my kind, a mystery, and secrets.

We are many throughout the world, come from a magical land,

Small and fast are we, Usually dressed in green and red,

Shoes of a curled style, hats with bells on our heads.

We are a part of the season, we assist the man in red,

Story of an Elf, after Christmas we disappear with the mist.

Keith Garrett

 

WHEN REINDEER FLY

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

 

HOME IN THE SNOW

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

 

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

When December starts the pace of the season takes off,

There becomes much unneeded stress put upon ourselves.

A joyous time and celebration it should be these 25 days,

A time and chance to become a little closer to neighbors.

There’s a rush of shoppers dressed for this cold time of year,

Some are happy and thankful just enjoying the life that they have.

There are those who are unhappy and feel the need to show it,

Many emotions are witnessed throughout the holiday season.

Family comes to town, sharing a walk downtown within the lights,

Decorated shops and store windows up and down the streets.

25 days of Christmas are to be a special time with loved ones,

Share this time with them, try to forgive, let a grudge die today.

Keith Garrett

 

FATHER CHRISTMAS

FATHER CHRISTMAS

You come from such a long time ago, who are you, where did you begin,

Were you of this world or did you come from a magical place.?

Oh! father Christmas tell me are you real, where are you now,

Do you watch over Winter, does your jolly spirit have an emotional feel.?

Your beard and your hair are full of white, you’re a large sort of a man,

Wearing a red coat, pants, and a cap to match, boots and belt of black.

Father Christmas how old are you, a sparkle in your eyes and a mystery,

Your smile is always from ear to ear, father Christmas again your visit here.

Keith Garrett