Round and round the clock hands turn,
Beautiful sounds, with every hour, are heard.
The Christmas clock plays songs of the heart,
Silent night, Gingle Bells, Hark the Herald
Angels sing.
Oh! Christmas tree, Come all ye’ faithful
Are tunes to the ear,
Throughout the day, they play in the air.
The Christmas clock tells time for the
Season,
To bed it rests in silence until the next
December.
Keith Garrett
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
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, such 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 IS ON HIS WAY
Sit back and think for a moment, back when
Once young,
Do you remember that feeling you had, winter
Was coming.
Thoughts of the North pole, and Santa Clause
Stuck in your head,
Where his secret home stood was a mystery to
All mankind.
Reindeer would fly through the night, who would
See a spectacular sight?
Did you ever believe, that the elves hanging
From A tree came to life at night?
On Christmas Eve night, the sound of what may
Land on a rooftop after flight,
There is a magic that surrounds a child's mind, go
To Bed and cover your head,
Santa is on his way, tonight he flies with his
Eight, Tiny Reindeer, look to the sky.
Merry Christmas.
Keith Garrett
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 hat, 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, a
Fantasy village, far, far, away.
Keith Garrett
Cold weather is coming, winter will be here,
The air is crisp, the holiday is near.
The mountains grow cold, there’s the sound
Of the wind,
A change of seasons, nature has not sinned.
There’s a special magic this time of year,
Folks starting to whisper, St. Nicholas will
Be here.
There’s a feeling of Christmas coming to
Town,
It will show you a smile, it won’t let you
Down.
So now, on this Christmas, sit back and
Reflect,
Who in your life has had an effect?
Time to sleep, Santa is close, oh!
So near,
Look out of the window to see if
He’s here.
On this Christmas, it snows through
The night,
You awake in the morning to this
Special day’s light.
Keith Garrett
Winter arrives, time for a visit from the
Man of snow,
When the cold wind blows and the
Temperature falls.
A storm will call him, down he comes
To stand in the cold.
He does not speak, he will not move,
For just a short time, he stands in the
Snow.
Dressed up is he, on his head a black
Hat,
A scarf of color around his neck, a pipe
In his mouth.
A nose of black and eyes of dark,
He’ll soon go away, visits again on
A winter day.
Keith Garrett
I appear, but once a year, I am the day,
The cold that comes with it is part of me.
The snow falling down, may be when I’m
Around,
Decorated trees have everything to do with
Me.
Songs of the season, mistletoe, and a
Snowman,
I am called Christmas, a celebration of
Family and togetherness.
Gifts given, love, and happiness are a
Piece of what I am,
I am a day of peace and goodwill
Toward man.
I am a sleigh ride through the sky by
A jolly old man, and reindeer on
Such a special night.
I am called Christmas, the name
Stands for many happening events
Throughout the land,
I am not one man, I am many hearts
On a December day.
Keith Garrett
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
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