A Christmas Spirit

Christmas isn't Christmas till it happens in your heart

A cherished thought or memory is where it really starts

A precious part of something to which nothing can compare

When the spirit of the season brings those things we love to share.

First the gift of a babe one silent holy night

Beneath a sky of velvet black where one lone star shone bright

As shepherds watched and angels gathered in harmony to sing

“Glory to God in the highest for the new-born King!”

In tribute to the first Noel the season came to be

A time for love and giving, laughter and memories

To deck the halls not just with lights, holly or mistletoe

But with all the things that bring you joy and make a house a home.

Over the years we've shared the joy, the love and happiness

And through it all we've come to see our lives are richly blessed

And though this year we may have felt such pain so hard to bare

We know in the end we'll always have our memories to share.

It's Christmastime and the spirit of the season still remains

With memories and gifts of love no heart could ever change

Reminiscent of other times now so far away

I hold them close and remember as if they were yesterday.

No, Christmas isn't Christmas till it happens in your heart

And I know deep inside of me they will always be a part,

A spirit filled with all the things like joy and peace

In the blessed memories shining from the lone star up above.

Copyright: Christina aka Stina

2008

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