A WINTER’S VISIT

                                  BY 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”  my  words to him,

A slight smile on his face, not an 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 heart”

                           SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS

He lived so very long ago,

His name, ST, Nicholas, born in the snow.

To the children, he gave of himself you see,

A gift of love passed on to you and me.

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS lives today,

At the holiday season, he comes to say.

A time for man to come together,

For one short time put away all bad weather.

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS is here once more,

Open your heart, open your door.

Merry Christmas,

Keith Garrett

                        SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS

He lived so very long ago,

His name, ST, Nicholas, born in the snow.

To the children, he gave of himself you see,

A gift of love passed on to you and me.

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS lives today,

At the holiday season, he comes to say.

A time for man to come together,

For one short time put away all bad weather.

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS is here once more,

Open your heart, open your door.

Merry Christmas,

Keith Garrett

                                HIS DRUM WAS HIS GIFT

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, what 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

                                         SANTA CLAUS

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 cap 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, in a fantasy village far, far away.

Keith Garrett

            MAN OF WINTER

Born of snow, he arrived one day,

A friendly sort, with children he would play.

So happy and round, with a smile on his face,

His time was so short, having fun was his race.

THIS MAN OF WINTER, soon he must go,

As the temperature rises and the sun says hello.

So, happy New Year you’ll hear him say,

I’ll be back again, again someday.

Keith Garrett

                                                  OLD MAN WINTER

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

                     WHEN SANTA VISITS YORBA LINDA

I was once a child when Santa visited a small, growing town,

It seems like only yesterday as it is in time so many years.

Decorated trees, colors so bright, lit up  a Yorba Linda sky,

Thoughts of a cold, blustery Winter are remembered by me.

Many friends walked the streets all those years ago,

As children, the coming of Christmas was the best of times.

In the night I walked our neighborhood, yards bright with light,

There was beautifully decorated trees I could see through windows.

Many years have passed, certain Christmases stand out, special 

Moments,  

Santa did visit a small town, once upon a time, when we were young,

When Santa visits Yorba Linda another generation of children

Experience the magic of Winter and Christmas once again.

Keith Garrett