Pleasures of the Heart
There are certain things I hold dear
The memory of gatherings, this time of year
The laughter of family all grouped together
Staying indoors to escape the cold weather

A tree, that is bright, glows in the mist
Frilly bows crown the gifts as they sit
Waiting for a child to open with spirit
A simple carol echo’s through and through

It makes me think of the people that have nothing
No food to eat and no blanket to cover
My heart reaches out to the ones in despair
Hoping that someone would take time to care

I don't have much that pleasures me
But what I do have are simple as a tree
The gathering of friends when the ground turns white   makes me feel fuzzy on a cold winters night.

Bonnie Wyatt.

 

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