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 hat, 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, a

Fantasy village, far, far, away.

Keith Garrett

Cold weather is coming, winter will be here,

The air is crisp, the holiday is near.

The mountains grow cold, there’s the sound

Of the wind,

A change of seasons, nature has not sinned.

There’s a special magic this time of year,

Folks starting to whisper, St. Nicholas will

Be here.

There’s a feeling of Christmas coming to

Town,

It will show you a smile, it won’t let you

Down.

So now, on this Christmas, sit back and

Reflect,

Who in your life has had an effect?

Time to sleep, Santa is close, oh!

So near,

Look out of the window to see if

He’s here.

On this Christmas, it snows through

The night,

You awake in the morning to this

Special day’s light.

Keith Garrett

Winter arrives, time for a visit from the

Man of snow,

When the cold wind blows and the

Temperature falls.

A storm will call him, down he comes

To stand in the cold.

He does not speak, he will not move,

For just a short time, he stands in the

Snow.

Dressed up is he, on his head a black

Hat,

A scarf of color around his neck, a pipe

In his mouth.

A nose of black and eyes of dark,

He’ll soon go away, visits again on

A winter day.

Keith Garrett

I appear, but once a year, I am the day,

The cold that comes with it is part of me.

The snow falling down, may be when I’m

Around,

Decorated trees have everything to do with

Me.

Songs of the season, mistletoe, and a

Snowman,

I am called Christmas, a celebration of

Family and togetherness.

Gifts given, love, and happiness are a

Piece of what I am,

I am a day of peace and goodwill

Toward man.

I am a sleigh ride through the sky by

A jolly old man, and reindeer on

Such a special night.

I am called Christmas, the name

Stands for many happening events

Throughout the land,

I am not one man, I am many hearts

On a December day.

Keith Garrett

A place where I grew up, this town I’ve

Come back to,

Once a house that I lived in, many

Memories, I am home.

Ghosts of friends here from the past,

They laugh in the wind,

Live do they in the future as do I,

No longer boys, I am home.

Remember do I, times playing in

The snow, long ago, I am home,

Strange it is that a home,

A place stands lonely in time,

Longer than I.

Echoes the sound in my mind

Of a life sometime before now,

Years gone,

Home for Christmas, home in the

Snow, here now, but a life left behind.

Keith Garrett

Eggnog from a glass, a taste of rum mixed

Within,

Candy canes and cookies, these are the things.

Turkey or ham, from the oven, is baked,

Cupcakes or pie, Christmas treats.

Hard candies and candy bars are a chosen

Favorite,

Apple cider or hot chocolate, what is

Your pleasure?

Popcorn and candy apples may be

The thing,

Peanut brittle or Gingerbread,

Many Christmas treats.

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” these words to him,

A slight smile on his face, no 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 thoughts”

Keith Garrett

Their master sits in a sleigh filled with gifts,

On a journey across the sky, fly reindeer, fly.

Guided by their leader with a bright, shiny,

Nose,

They all dash into the night, fly away, fly.

Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen,

Comet and cupid, Donner and Blitzen.

We all know the leader of the pack,

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.

Fly, fly, into the night, through

The sky,

Around the world in one night,

Fly reindeer, fly.

Keith Garrett

,

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?

Sparkle in your eyes and a mystery,

Your smile is always from ear to ear,

Father Christmas, again your visit

Here. Keith Garrett

Christmas lies in the mind of a dreaming

Child,

Magic slips away just as the little boy

And girl, fade.

Remember walking through the snow

Long ago?

A mother and father were ours to hold

Forever in time.

Close your eyes and see all that Winter

Has created,

Imagine the true gift of memory in

Your heart, this December.

When the cold wind blows, feel

Yesterday, young in your shoes,

Santa flying through the sky with

Eight tiny reindeer, remember?

Safe was the home where you

Climbed into bed on Christmas

Eve,

The snow would fall as you drifted

Off to sleep, waiting for dreams.

December reminds you of all that

Was possible, that still survives,

Dreams’ the one that feels the

Vanishing child, but not on this

Night.

December dreams keep the young

Wishing upon a star so bright,

Do you remember a night, a time,

A Christmas when dreams lived

A small boy again walks in the snow,

For a little girl, a doll wished for long

Ago.

Merry Christmas, Keith Garrett