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” these words to him,

A slight smile on his face, no 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 thoughts”

Keith Garrett

Their master sits in a sleigh filled with gifts,

On a journey across the sky, fly reindeer, fly.

Guided by their leader with a bright, shiny,

Nose,

They all dash into the night, fly away, fly.

Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen,

Comet and cupid, Donner and Blitzen.

We all know the leader of the pack,

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.

Fly, fly, into the night, through

The sky,

Around the world in one night,

Fly reindeer, fly.

Keith Garrett

,

You come from such a long time ago,

Who are you, where did you begin?

Were you of this world or did you

Come from a magical place?

Oh! Father Christmas, tell me, are

You real, where are you now?

Do you watch over Winter, Does

Your jolly spirit have an emotional

Feel?

Your beard and your hair are full

Of white, you’re a large sort of a man,

Wearing a red coat, pants, and a cap

To match, boots, and belt of black.

Father Christmas, how old are you?

Sparkle in your eyes and a mystery,

Your smile is always from ear to ear,

Father Christmas, again your visit

Here. Keith Garrett

Christmas lies in the mind of a dreaming

Child,

Magic slips away just as the little boy

And girl, fade.

Remember walking through the snow

Long ago?

A mother and father were ours to hold

Forever in time.

Close your eyes and see all that Winter

Has created,

Imagine the true gift of memory in

Your heart, this December.

When the cold wind blows, feel

Yesterday, young in your shoes,

Santa flying through the sky with

Eight tiny reindeer, remember?

Safe was the home where you

Climbed into bed on Christmas

Eve,

The snow would fall as you drifted

Off to sleep, waiting for dreams.

December reminds you of all that

Was possible, that still survives,

Dreams’ the one that feels the

Vanishing child, but not on this

Night.

December dreams keep the young

Wishing upon a star so bright,

Do you remember a night, a time,

A Christmas when dreams lived

A small boy again walks in the snow,

For a little girl, a doll wished for long

Ago.

Merry Christmas, Keith Garrett

Music, music everywhere, listen, listen

As it speaks, listen!

There’s a sound created in the wind, in

The air, listen!

Tis the season of magical dreams and

Wishes made possible,

Listen! Oh’ listen! as the spirit of the

season sings to mankind.

Winter brings about the cold, frosty

Snow, but a feeling of warmth,

Bells and chimes are heard through

Christmas cheer, music to the ear.

Listen! Oh’ listen! to the sound of

Love singing in the night, hear this,

Goodwill toward man is spoken with

All good deeds unselfish.

Bells and chimes, bells and chimes

Echo in time, listen inside,

Bells and chimes, listen! oh’ listen!

To the harmony of sound.

Merry Christmas! Keith Garrett

Snow-covered ground, with pine trees all

Around,

Bears of white, everywhere, logs of wood

Lying there.

Roaming deer, watching without fear,

Snowballs on the ground, big and round.

An elf that smiles, up in a tree,

Dressed in red, bells on his feet.

There’s a snowman, in the

Distance, he stands,

Cold as winter, in this fairytale

Land.

As the snow falls down, Santa

Claus walks the grounds,

Candles lit with colors, brightens

What’s around.

A Christmas scene, perhaps all in

A dream,

A child’s imagination, does your

Memory still see?

Keith Garrett

It came to me one morning as I listened to the

Sirens and noise,

Fall is here, Thanksgiving is coming soon, and

This is not the place to be.

My Thanksgiving dream is to get away to that

Special, little town of peace,

Something out of a movie, going home

Where friends and family still live.

Driving across the country to where

Memories wait for me, you can see Fall,

When I arrive, I can see many trees with

Leaves, dropping to the ground.

Supposed to be cold tonight, snow

will be here soon, the days are short,

Here with family, old friends gather

For a Thanksgiving feast and thoughts.

The night is quiet, a warm fire, watching

The sun go down with autumn alive,

Tomorrow is the day, asleep tonight

In my old room, I can hear the wind

Howl.

Morning light awakens me with the

Smell of food cooking downstairs,

Mom and Grandma In the kitchen,

Turkey in the oven, and pies on

The counter.

A cup of coffee, warm is the fire,

Outside on the porch, as cold, is

The morning.

This is Fall, back home for the

Holidays where the seasons change,

Kids playing in piles of leaves, grateful

For this day that’s about to be,

Today at the table, together we sit,

Share, thankful for this Thanksgiving

Dream. Keith Garrett

So long ago, they set sail for a new world,

Across the ocean, through storms and bitter

Cold.

Forgotten may be the fact that many men,

women, and children did not survive,

From sickness, they perished.

aboard ships, without medicine or even

A doctor, they sailed,

Did they even have enough food? how

Hungry did they grow?

Can we even imagine the hardships they

Encountered?

Plymouth Rock was a place they did land.

Seasons of cold or Springs when they

Planted,

Hard-working people with a chance If

To never give up.

A story is told that way back when

They befriended Indians,

Perhaps they sat down together for a

Feast, so beautiful.

So many seasons ago, Pilgrims and a

Feast,

they sat with a group of people, a long

Time ago,

In the East, a feast. Keith Garrett