When the wind blows, I know it’s cold,

There is you to keep things warm.

When the night grows dark, it can feel

Lonely,

There is you to keep me company,

Always you.

When the freezing rain or hail came

Falling down,

There is you to watch with me, I watch

You.

When Christmas grows near, as I

Decorate at home,

There is you, to enjoy, with all winter

Things.

When we share the joy of this life given,

There is you, there is only you.

When each winter appears, I’ll remember,

There is you, always Christmas is you.

Keith Garrett

As it was when I was young, living

In a small town,

Neighbors who mostly knew one

Another, a good morning.

Downtown, an enormous tree

Decorated for all to see,

It’s getting cold and windy,

Snow is beginning to fall.

Street lights are swaying,

There is music playing in a store,

Shoppers going here and there,

Friendly, with a smile.

A group of children is bundled

In their jackets, walking,

House to house, they go caroling,

Singing out for Christmas.

Warm and cozy are they who

Is in their homes this night,

Enjoying a fire together as

They read stories to the children.

It’s getting late, so off to bed they go,

Waiting for Santa Claus,

Much snow outside as in the morning

A snowman awaits.

A small town Christmas, there is

Nothing that compares,

Keith Garrett

O’ beautiful angel, who are you? are

You from heaven?

I see you sitting there praying so

Peacefully on the ground.

A face I can not see, hidden beneath

Your arms, you are,

Imagine, do I, the beauty of your

Heavenly smile, I dream.

The color of your hair shines under

The nights’ falling snow.

Surrounding your spirit is a most

Wonderful glow, yes! angel.

Wings of white, spread wide into

The winter cold night,

Your body draped in a gown of red,

Beautiful, are you.

O’ Christmas angel, please tell me

Why is it that you rest?

Why, beneath that empty, almost

Lifeless tree, under the dark of night?

Words will not describe the way that

You appear,

The way in which my eyes see you,

Christmas angel. Keith Garrett

He lives in a world far from here,

Where the snow is cold this time

Of year,

Friends and family are there year

Round.

To help with his quest, around the

World, he is bound,

Santa, the man in red, known to be.

A jolly old guy, no mortal can see,

On this Christmas Eve, he flies

Through the sky.

In his sleigh full of toys, a ho! ho!

Ho! and a sigh,

As the wind whistles on this magical

Night.

The snowflakes fall to a layer of white,

He passes so quietly, over their houses

Of sleep,

Under the trees, presents to keep.

Back to the North Pole, it’s now time

For bed,

Good night to Santa, the man in red.

Keith Garrett

The whispering winds blow cold, far

Across the mountain tops,

Way up high, where the snow is so

Much, a white blanket above.

There is no painful noise of what’s

Become of that world down below,

All that hustle and bustle, of an

Unreal version of the Christmas

Spirit.

There lives a place up here, a

Land created within myself,

Come with me,

Beautiful, frosted, snow-

Covered trees, high above

The wandering ocean.

Deer may be passing by,

Beyond the frozen brush

In the distance,

We walk step by step with our

Feet disappearing into the

Chilling white.

Get lost in my winter dream as

We approach what appears to be

What,

A tiny, made of wood, snow-

Covered cabin, just waiting for

Some company.

Open the door and step inside,

It’s quite cold out here, very cold

My dear,

” I’ll gather some wood, there seems

To be a nice, brick fireplace, like

Magic”

“Soon it will be warm, we’ll be cozy

Together, look! the fire is going”

“Come with me, get lost in my

winter dream, sweetheart, just

You and me” For Kim,

Keith Garrett

Round and round the clock hands turn,

Beautiful sounds, with every hour, are heard.

The Christmas clock plays songs of the heart,

Silent night, Gingle Bells, Hark the Herald

Angels sing.

Oh! Christmas tree, Come all ye’ faithful

Are tunes to the ear,

Throughout the day, they play in the air.

The Christmas clock tells time for the

Season,

To bed it rests in silence until the next

December.

Keith Garrett

From English folklore, he does exist, he

Is Jack Frost,

He appears as an Elfish creature who

Personifies crisp, cold winter weather.

Old Man winter, he is nicknamed by

Legend, through time,

Attacks do he from the night with

A chilling blast of cold.

He is everywhere and anywhere that

He chooses for the season,

If your imagination is strong, then

With your eyes, you may see him.

Scary might he be, for sometimes

The picture of winter is just that,

Disappears with the wind as Spring

Begins, goodbye Jack Frost.

Keith Garrett

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, such 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