For years, Christmas was not celebrated,

A son was lost in a war,

A daughter now sick, ” so tell me, sir!

What is there to enjoy?

As this holiday approaches, there are

Memories of sadness,

For a family of three, each with their

Own Battle to overcome.

Something as a miracle is in the air

On this Christmas,

A visitor comes to bring hope, and

Let them see there is happiness.

A stranger, yet no stranger at all,

time has passed, he has for a

Moment, come home.

” Who are you? asks a father as

There is something familiar about

This wandering man,

On Christmas Eve, he arrived, brought

Smiles and laughter to a family that

Had no smiles.

Shared the night and changed some

Lives, it seemed like a family was whole

Once more,

Morning came, and it was time for him

To go, Say goodbye, ” Why are you here?

” You needed me,

” Merry Christmas, Dad” Merry Christmas, son”

A walk on into eternity.

Keith Garrett

In the dark of a winter’s night, I see you,

What is it you seek, standing there on

This cold night?

What I seek is not to be seen, listen to me,

I am still young as I stand and dream.

The falling snow rains down upon my head,

It is silent, but the touch of it is cold to my skin.

The bells from the church chime into my ears,

This beautiful sound is something heard.

The cold wind can not be seen, for me, only

Heard,

I listen as they sing from door to door,

This I know because I can hear.

Colorful lights are strung from rooftops

Everywhere,

I know of this, as December is upon us.

A horse-drawn carriage is passing by,

This can be seen from my wanting mind.

What is it you seek, you ask of me?

The sight that’s been taken, the sight lost,

That keep my hopes and dreams alive.

Keith Garrett

Here you sit, under the stars, on a clear,

Dark, winter’s night,

Surrounded by snow in this quiet place

Of peace.

In your homes, safe and warm, by the

Fire you rest,

Away from the cold that knocks at your

Doors.

December is upon you, Christmas is again,

Here,

A time to come together, this chance to

Cheer.

O’ peaceful town, you are a dream meant

For sleep,

To live in such a place, only in one’s fantasy.

Merry Christmas, Keith Garrett

I imagined I was awake, and this aging

World had changed,

Asleep and dreaming was this man,

Listen to what is seen.

Just suppose all mankind is with

Peace, my mind sees,

No wars to conquer, no child

Would have to die.

Anger and hatred put aside,

Not a bomb to drop on any side.

All home for Christmas, loved

Ones together everywhere.

No colors of difference, all are

Of human flesh and blood,

Violence and crime are a thing

Of the past, do you see?

As I sleep, watch me while I dream,

Imagine,

Hand in hand, across the land, give

Of yourself, what you can.

Evil and corruption are destroyed from

Above, dream with me,

Christmas dreams live inside many

A heart, love conquers.

The world holds much beauty, but

Covered with doubt and fear,

My dreams are told, did you listen

With an ear, did you see?

Pray for mankind, share in my

Christmas dreams. Keith Garrett

Step into a dream, take yourself away,

So very far away,

Beyond what appears to be reality,

To a fantastic place.

A log house, built between snow-covered

Mountains,

Lost in a land, only imagined in a child’s

Mind, maybe.

Snow falling, a snowman comes to life,

Only here can he,

Reindeer walking about, speaking to

Elves as they vanish.

Inside, a fire burning, warm it does feel

To a freezing body,

A Christmas tree, high to the ceiling,

Decorated with lights.

Baking, in the kitchen, are many types

Of delicious foods,

Gingerbread cookies, cooling on the

Stove, what a scent.

Going sleigh riding through the

Frozen wooda of fantasy,

My winter paradise is created from

My heart and wishes.

Keith Garrett

I’ve walked through the snow, I’m

Here at your door,

The chill of cold moves through

Me as I ring the bell.

See you through the window,

Sitting by a roaring fire,

Do you know that I’m here,

The bell does not move you.

So, with a tune in my thoughts

And the sound of my voice,

I sing to you within my heart,

For Christmas.

Come to your door, O’ angel

Of this night, see me,

Listen to the sound of harps

And chimes speaking, listen.

To you, I give this gift of a song,

O’ may it teach your heart,

Tears of joy trickle down that

Pretty face, as now the door

Opens.

I sing to you for Christmas about

The snow floating on down,

I sing to you about love everlasting

That can never be taken away.

Keith Garrett

Winter falls upon us, winds of cold blow,

Leaves have fallen from the now naked

Trees.

Thoughts of miracles are a snow falling

Dream,

Angels dance in the sky and comfort

The night.

Musical sound echoes from heaven,

The strumming of harps, harps of

Heaven.

Above the clouds, beyond the

Sparkling stars,

Where there is no cold, no sorrow

Day to day.

Play those harps, let the beauty of

Peace be heard,

Let the spirits rejoice as eternal

Life is beautiful.

Upon us are worldly pleasures,

Listen for the harps of heaven.

Keith Garrett

In our minds, do they live, exist, only

In our dreams?

Gaze out into the night, beyond the

Stars, in the dark.

Remember, as a child, you would put

A tooth under your pillow,

As you slept, a fairy would visit and

Replace it with riches.

Mother Nature, we do not see as a

Mortal, but live within her,

She is known by all with the changing

Seasons of time.

As you drift off into slumber, it is he

Who watches over,

A man who possesses a dreaming

Sand for a believer.

Grants does he, the gift of love so

Fine from an arrow,

Only imagine this ghost, as he

Is forever cupid.

He’s as old as the universe, he’s

Of the beginning,

He knows of life, the name is

Father time.

A cold sort of spirit, he exists

From a myth,

When the freeze of night comes,

Lives, does Jack Frost.

Eggs in a basket, colored and

Decorated for a child,

Jelly beans and treats from

An Easter Bunny not seen.

Last but not least, A jolly

Old man with a beard so white,

He gives to the world on Christmas

Eve, Santa Claus. Keith Garrett