Christmas---The Birthday
The Christmas tree stands tall, all pretty and green,
gifts all around everywhere to be seen.
but this Christmas will be lonley you see,
because I'll will spend it alone, you not here with me.
But when I get the true meaning of CHRISTMAS.
with all the gifts a toss. I think of that stable day,
and my mind goes to the cross, so when you watch the
litte Ones play with that special toy,
Remember that special Christmas,
that started with a baby boy.
MERRY CHRISTMAS Paul Withers Copyright ©2000
©2000 - 2008 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
©2000 - 2008 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
