CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS
Each year when Winter comes and Christmas is here,
Stockings are hung with tradition by the chimney you see.
I was told of a story when once I was a child, of elves,
These tiny beings hung on our tree every Winter season.
I have never forgotten them since the time I was young,
It was said they climb down the tree after all are asleep,
Making their way across the room, search for those Christmas stockings.
Magic as in the morning they went from empty to full of a season of joy,
Tiny elves dressed in red and green, from a long time ago, not a dream.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
CANDLE IN THE GLASS
CANDLE IN THE GLASS
Within a dome, it stands surrounded by glass,
Held up by an Iron structure, it is a beautiful sight.
Red, this candle, glows bright in the darkness of the night,
For this holiday season a representation of the light, a symbol.
Candle in the glass, lit each night, brings a peaceful light,
Burning bright, it gives light until a good night, tomorrow a sight.
Keith Garrett
DREAMED OF A REINDEER
DREAMED OF A REINDEER
Closed my eyes on this Christmas Eve night,
Thoughts of what might be coming from the sky.
I could feel myself drifting away into a dream,
A Winter scene, From out of my window I did see.
There was a Reindeer flying by, he stared at me,
A wink from his eye, alone in the night, I want to fly.
Dreamed of a Reindeer, I did feel that he took me on a flight,
Dreamed of a Reindeer, away he flies by morning's light.
Keith Garrett
REMEMBER CHRISTMAS IN YORBA LINDA?
REMEMBER CHRISTMAS IN YORBA LINDA
It was winter, the trees lost their leaves, nights got colder,
I remember one year when it really got cold and windy.
There actually was snow, enough to throw snowballs,
The temperature dropped, the yards were white, remember?
Yards were decorated with bright, colorful lights, beautiful
At night,
I'm not sure if I or anyone of my age appreciated those
Times enough.
We couldn't wait for Christmas vacation, sleeping in on
Cold Saturday mornings,
Going to the mall to shop for gifts for family or maybe that
Special someone.
I think we were given the greatest gift back then, the gift
Of Yorba Linda,
If you lived there and loved it then you'll remember there
Was nothing like it.
You're supposed to leave the past in the past but
I remember Christmas in Yorba Linda,
I want to go back there, stand in the street, walk the
Sidewalks where friends walked with me.
Remember Christmas in Yorba Linda, when you awoke
In the morning, your family was there,
It means more today as for some of us, for some of us
It will never be the same,
I remember a town.
M,erry Christmas to everyone who ever lived in Yorba
Linda,
Remember Christmas in Yorba Linda.
Keith Garrett
A MESSAGE FROM SANTA
A MESSAGE FROM SANTA
A long way from you as I and all of my team get ready,
Throughout the year we plan to make winter and
Christmas Special.
Some joy is needed in the world, It's almost Christmas
My friends,
I've been watching, seeing so much division among
Human beings.
Hatred is consuming the land, wasted time over being
Offended,
Love seems to be less in the world, a gift that disappears.
Within the holiday season, there are those who do
Give much more,
Some take the pain and anger of their days into other
Lives I see.
How about puting away your rage, take the good cheer
Beyond this year,
A tear it brings to the eye while we fly high on a
Christmas Eve night,
Seeing wars that need to be removed from sight, pray
On this flight.
A message from Santa, a thought for each and everyone
To explore,
Go beyond this special season and give just a little more.
Keith Garrett
TWELVE ELVES
TWELVE ELVES
Christmas, nineteen sixty six, I was close to five years old,
I remember this because I recall many things from my past.
I sat on our couch watching the snow come down, I was young,
Christmas magic lives for a child in an Amesbury town.
I think of them, twelve elves on the tree, Green and red clothing,
I believed that they all came to life after we went to bed on
Christmas eve.
Their faces were so shiny, they hung there in silence until the
Night was quiet,
Whatever happened to you all, twelve elves of red and green,
Goodnight all.
Keith Garrett
WHEN A SNOWMAN SAYS GOODBYE
WHEN A SNOWMAN SAYS GOODBYE
Visiting for only a short time each year during Winter,
A friendship not long lived but renewed time after time.
Enemy of this man of white rests in the sky up high,
Shines does the sun as temperatures rise as the season
Hides.
Dressed for the occasion, a hat of black, scarf, buttons
And pipe,
Disappears slowly from day to day and dawn till dusk,
When a snowman says goodbye he'll be back again in a
Years time,
Keith Garrett
RUN GINGERMAN, RUN!
RUN GINGERBREAD MAN, RUN!
Created one day, made from cookie dough were you,
Baked in an oven to become the Gingerbread man.
Came to life fore you were ready to run, so run away,
You're a tasty treat roaming the land, what sees you?
Run Gingerbread man! run fast! your time will not last,
Smarter and hungry is the fox that stalks what runs.
The more you travel the closer he gets, he smells you,
So run Gingerbread man! run to the fox! he waits.
Keith Garrett
CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS
CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS
Each year when Winter comes and Christmas is here,
Stockings are hung with tradition by the chimney you see.
I was told of a story when once I was a child, of elves,
These tiny beings hung on our tree every Winter season.
I have never forgotten them since the time I was young,
It was said they climb down the tree after all are asleep,
Making their way across the room, search for those
Christmas Stockings.
Magic as in the morning they went from empty to full of a
Season of joy,
Tiny elves dressed in red and green, from a long time ago,
Not a dream.
Keith Garrett
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