Decorations are a visible scene to Christmas,

Christmas is a frame of mind, we must find.

From your heart and soul, a feeling deep

Inside,

You have to believe in magical possibilities

And dream.

Take yourself away to what this season may

Bring,

All wishes and miracles are a winter fantasy

And reality.

Christmas is a frame of mind, it exists and

Grows with those whom believe,

Close your eyes and find what makes you

Happy inside.

Keith Garrett

Alone, she lived in a house up so high,

for Many years, this woman,

Forgotten has she the joy and happiness

That was once shared.

Isolates herself from most of this world,

As sorrow showed her a frown,

How will she ever find that lost smile,

Does she caee 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

She could see that there was not much

Spirit in the world,

Faith and humanity, crumbling throughout

Mankind,

High on top of a mountain, she stood, a

Song in her heart.

She sang for Christmas, wanting it to echo

Across the sky,

She sang about friendship and togetherness,

Singing aloud.

She sang about laying down your weapons,

A moment of joining hands,

She sang for Christmas, about peace and

Harmony, from land to land,

She sang her song, with a prayer for the

Changing of man.

Keith Garrett

Santa Claus, Frosty, Reindeer, Christmas

Is near,

A tree decorated and lit up for the night,

From a child’s eyes.

Magic is in the air, everywhere, snow falling

Down upon the ground,

Dinner and pajamas, close your eyes, and

Dream tonight.

Faith of a child, that all is real on a Christmas

Eve night,

There is a North Pole where toys are always

Being created.

Santa will forever fly across a wide open sky

On a special night,

Rudolph does wear a shiny nose that glows,

It is so.

From your window, a snowman will come

To life, for this night,

Christmas comes alive with the faith

Of a child.

Keith Garrett

Through the years, I have wanted many

Things for Christmas,

Beginning when I was a child, as you

Know it was always toys.

I am sure that I’m not the only one in

This world who wants,

Children write letters asking for everything,

Adults want many things.

Madness and chaos become the scene all

Across the land we see,

Stress and hostility are from my eyes seen,

Pushing and shoving, not what we need.

So, please Santa! I am not a child anymore

But I’ll ask you for a few things anyway,

If at all possible, and I know it’s a tough one,

Maybe a little peace for Christmas,

How about taking away the pain and sorrow

That lingers around our world.

Less war would be nice, as enough people

Have died needlessly, it needs to end,

Around the holidays, there is much anger,

Can it be put to rest for a while?

I thought I would ask for something

Different this year, as this world is

Headed the wrong way,

Please! Santa! If possible, for Christmas,

The world would be a much nicer place.

Keith Garrett

Closed my eyes on this Christmas

Eve, night,

Thoughts of what may 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 that he took me on

A flight,

Dreamed of a Reindeer, away

He flies by morning’s light.

Keith Garrett

For years, Christmas was not celebrated,

A son was lost in a war,

A daughter now sick, ” so tell me, sir!

What is there to enjoy?

As this holiday approaches, there are

Memories of sadness,

For a family of three, each with their

Own Battle to overcome.

Something as a miracle is in the air

On this Christmas,

A visitor comes to bring hope, and

Let them see there is happiness.

A stranger, yet no stranger at all,

time has passed, he has for a

Moment, come home.

” Who are you? asks a father as

There is something familiar about

This wandering man,

On Christmas Eve, he arrived, brought

Smiles and laughter to a family that

Had no smiles.

Shared the night and changed some

Lives, it seemed like a family was whole

Once more,

Morning came, and it was time for him

To go, Say goodbye, ” Why are you here?

” You needed me,

” Merry Christmas, Dad” Merry Christmas, son”

A walk on into eternity.

Keith Garrett

In the dark of a winter’s night, I see you,

What is it you seek, standing there on

This cold night?

What I seek is not to be seen, listen to me,

I am still young as I stand and dream.

The falling snow rains down upon my head,

It is silent, but the touch of it is cold to my skin.

The bells from the church chime into my ears,

This beautiful sound is something heard.

The cold wind can not be seen, for me, only

Heard,

I listen as they sing from door to door,

This I know because I can hear.

Colorful lights are strung from rooftops

Everywhere,

I know of this, as December is upon us.

A horse-drawn carriage is passing by,

This can be seen from my wanting mind.

What is it you seek, you ask of me?

The sight that’s been taken, the sight lost,

That keep my hopes and dreams alive.

Keith Garrett

Here you sit, under the stars, on a clear,

Dark, winter’s night,

Surrounded by snow in this quiet place

Of peace.

In your homes, safe and warm, by the

Fire you rest,

Away from the cold that knocks at your

Doors.

December is upon you, Christmas is again,

Here,

A time to come together, this chance to

Cheer.

O’ peaceful town, you are a dream meant

For sleep,

To live in such a place, only in one’s fantasy.

Merry Christmas, Keith Garrett