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

Music, music everywhere, listen, listen

As it speaks, listen!

There’s a sound created in the wind, in

The air, listen!

Tis the season of magical dreams and

Wishes made possible,

Listen! Oh’ listen! as the spirit of the

season sings to mankind.

Winter brings about the cold, frosty

Snow, but a feeling of warmth,

Bells and chimes are heard through

Christmas cheer, music to the ear.

Listen! Oh’ listen! to the sound of

Love singing in the night, hear this,

Goodwill toward man is spoken with

All good deeds unselfish.

Bells and chimes, bells and chimes

Echo in time, listen inside,

Bells and chimes, listen! oh’ listen!

To the harmony of sound.

Merry Christmas! Keith Garrett

Snow-covered ground, with pine trees all

Around,

Bears of white, everywhere, logs of wood

Lying there.

Roaming deer, watching without fear,

Snowballs on the ground, big and round.

An elf that smiles, up in a tree,

Dressed in red, bells on his feet.

There’s a snowman, in the

Distance, he stands,

Cold as winter, in this fairytale

Land.

As the snow falls down, Santa

Claus walks the grounds,

Candles lit with colors, brightens

What’s around.

A Christmas scene, perhaps all in

A dream,

A child’s imagination, does your

Memory still see?

Keith Garrett