I have lived many lifetimes, born

Far away,

In the snow, a dream place, the

North Pole.

I live in a village where magical

Things are alive,

There is a team of reindeer

That I will guide beyond the

Night.

Once a year, for so many, I

Have lost count quite a while

Ago,

The man in red sits at the reins,

As I guide him across the sky.

I have seen it all, been everywhere

Where children laugh and cry,

My name is Rudolph, watch for me

In the sky,

On the eve of Christmas, I fly.

Keith Garrett

Christmas for me is the greatest time

Of the year,

It doesn’t change the world or its

Problems.

Our problems or worries don’t

Disappear in December,

You don’t have to let the holidays

Get you down at all.

I take December as a break to enjoy

And reflect on the good that’s in my

Life, I am in good health, a few aches

And pains,

A roof over my head, food on the

Table each night, a warm bed to

Rest my head.

A few luxuries, such as a fireplace

And a shower, clothes on my back,

I have my own stress and worries in

Life, but they can’t consume me as I

Celebrate.

There’s much to be thankful for,

Light some candles, decorate,

Appreciate family and friends,

There’s something to find within

The winter months.

Christmas is once a year, raise a

Glass and find something to cheer

About,

Pray for those who are less fortunate,

Those without a home, less than you

Have.

Merry Christmas and a better New

Year, for all. Keith Garrett

The snow is falling in a faraway place,

It’s close to Christmas, so much to do

Here.

Getting ready for his trip around the

Globe,

The man in red, resting at the North

Pole.

At the village, elves are making toys,

The reindeer are eating, preparing

For their voyage.

Snowmen are alive, in their winter dress,

The smell of Gingerbread, candy canes,

And eggnog.

Christmas Eve is here in the village

My dear,

A jolly old man and his reindeer.

Set are they, for their flight

Across the sky,

A ho! ho! ho! from Santa as they

Are on their way.

Keith Garrett

Decorations are a visible scene to Christmas,

Christmas is a frame of mind, we must find.

From your heart and soul, a feeling deep

Inside,

You have to believe in magical possibilities

And dream.

Take yourself away to what this season may

Bring,

All wishes and miracles are a winter fantasy

And reality.

Christmas is a frame of mind, it exists and

Grows with those whom believe,

Close your eyes and find what makes you

Happy inside.

Keith Garrett

Alone, she lived in a house up so high,

for Many years, this woman,

Forgotten has she the joy and happiness

That was once shared.

Isolates herself from most of this world,

As sorrow showed her a frown,

How will she ever find that lost smile,

Does she caee anymore?

Something was to happen that night,

A most unusual dream was real,

Awoke did she in the dark of night,

A look on her face but not of fright.

A thought to her mind, she did not

Know really why, back to sleep for

The night,

Up in the morning to a light snow

Seen from her window, in her eyes

A glow.

Walked out into the snow, a feeling

inside, A smile so slight, memories

Of a child,

Cut did she, a small tree that stood

Alone, brought it home, a star placed

Above,

That’s when at that moment, when she

Saw Christmas and smiled once again.

Keith Garrett

She could see that there was not much

Spirit in the world,

Faith and humanity, crumbling throughout

Mankind,

High on top of a mountain, she stood, a

Song in her heart.

She sang for Christmas, wanting it to echo

Across the sky,

She sang about friendship and togetherness,

Singing aloud.

She sang about laying down your weapons,

A moment of joining hands,

She sang for Christmas, about peace and

Harmony, from land to land,

She sang her song, with a prayer for the

Changing of man.

Keith Garrett

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

Through the years, I have wanted many

Things for Christmas,

Beginning when I was a child, as you

Know it was always toys.

I am sure that I’m not the only one in

This world who wants,

Children write letters asking for everything,

Adults want many things.

Madness and chaos become the scene all

Across the land we see,

Stress and hostility are from my eyes seen,

Pushing and shoving, not what we need.

So, please Santa! I am not a child anymore

But I’ll ask you for a few things anyway,

If at all possible, and I know it’s a tough one,

Maybe a little peace for Christmas,

How about taking away the pain and sorrow

That lingers around our world.

Less war would be nice, as enough people

Have died needlessly, it needs to end,

Around the holidays, there is much anger,

Can it be put to rest for a while?

I thought I would ask for something

Different this year, as this world is

Headed the wrong way,

Please! Santa! If possible, for Christmas,

The world would be a much nicer place.

Keith Garrett

Closed my eyes on this Christmas

Eve, night,

Thoughts of what may 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 that he took me on

A flight,

Dreamed of a Reindeer, away

He flies by morning’s light.

Keith Garrett