The Meaning Of Christmas
by ArdentTly

Twas the night before Christmas and all thru my house
Were home made remembrances, as cute as a mouse.
My children had worked so passionately
And put up snow flake paper all over the tree
The two oldest of three, they were aware of the truth
They knew twas a man over at the Santa booth
They could see past the beard and padding and such
And saw Good Saint Nick wasn't merely a crutch.
He might not have been real but why should we care?
The whole idea of Santa? Be kind, good and share.
For when it's all over, the gifts opened up
And we stagger away from a wonderful sup
We see those sweet kids with a twinkle in their eye
Filled with wonder and love, it just makes me sigh
So if you should wonder what the fuss is about
With this gay old elf who is jolly and stout
Look past the ads, manufacturers too
See the heart of Christmas, a love that is true.
For Christ was born on this special of days
Even though we lose sight during this holiday craze
The idea of Santa, a man filled with love
Would surely be smiled upon from above
So be filled with wonder and full of good cheer
Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Copyrighted by ArdentTly, December 1998

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