A CELEBRATION OF CHRISTMAS

                                                                                                 IN HEAVEN


                                                     Imagine it, can it even be pictured in our mortal minds,


                                           They're getting ready for a party, a celebration in a place and time.


                                             Spirits at rest, do they roam around within those heavenly gates,


                                           Close your eyes and see all the guests that will join for this occasion.


                                               Shed no tears as a father and mother dance once again together,


                                      A grandmother and grandfather sing songs with family and friends again.


                                       It's been asked so many times, when we die is this the end, no more ever, 


                                             You don't need to ask if in god and heaven you deep inside believe.


                                         A celebration of Christmas in heaven would be of the most spectacular,


                               We celebrate the season here and pray for all those whom are missed, they know.

                                         Keith Garrett

               

                                                                                                       BEFORE CHRISTMAS


                                                                                 I loved this time of year,  Christmas is coming,



                                                                               Looking out of the window was a favorite thing.



                                                                              I loved looking at the colorful lights on the tree,



                                                                            I went to bed last, tired and worn down from time.



                                                                          Before Christmas I had my long physical life you see,



                                                                        I died last night, Before Christmas I died, I went away.



                                                                      I knew I was leaving, there was no sadness as I felt free,



                                                                         When Christmas comes I will be with him in heaven, 



                                                                     The one I lost and now have joined together for all time.

                                                        Keith Garrett







                                                                      



                                                                          

                


                                                                                               BRING ON CHRISTMAS!


                                                              They're getting ready, a festival begins far off in the North,


                                                          A party to set the season in motion, all gather before Christmas.


                                                         Wooden soldiers stand ready to march, dressed in red and black,


                                                      Colorfully made up wardrobe are worn by elves working for children.


                                                       Reindeer lead by the one and only Rudolph are excited as they train,


                                              Getting ready for their magical journey across the sky on Christmas Eve night.


                                                        A snowman stands solid, comes too life in a wonderful, Winter land,


                                                       He has life because the imagination from the human heart is strong.


                                                             Santa is the man, he is the master of this magical, frosty, land,


                                                           A sleigh full of toys for all the girls and boys brings a special joy,


                                            A jolly, old man with a beard of white, flying across the sky on a December night.

                                                     Keith Garrett



 

                                                    

             

                                                        FAITH OF A CHILD


                           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



                 



                  

           

                                          CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS


                                                                        Each year when Winter comes and Christmas is here,



                                                                   Stockings are hung with tradition by the chimney you see.



                                                                        I was told of a story when once I was a child, of elves,



                                                                    These tiny beings hung on our tree every Winter season.



                                                                     I have never forgotten them since the time I was young,



                                                                     It was said they climb down the tree after all are asleep,



                                                      Making their way across the room, search for those Christmas stockings.



                                                       Magic as in the morning they went from empty to full of a season of joy,



                                                       Tiny elves dressed in red and green, from a long time ago, not a dream.

                                                            Keith Garrett


                                                                     


                                                                   

       

                                                                             CANDLE IN THE GLASS


                                                        Within a dome, it stands surrounded by glass,



                                                    Held up by an Iron structure, it is a beautiful sight.



                                             Red, this candle, glows bright in the darkness of the night,



                                         For this holiday season a representation of the light, a symbol.



                                              Candle in the glass, lit each night, brings a peaceful light,



                                     Burning bright, it gives light until a good night, tomorrow a sight.


                                          Keith Garrett


                                


                               





                            

           DREAMED OF A REINDEER


  Closed my eyes on this Christmas Eve night,



  Thoughts of what might 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 he took me on a flight,



  Dreamed of a Reindeer, away he flies by morning's light.


                                                        Keith Garrett