Honea Path, SC USA
Itís that time of year again,
Break out the Christmas lights.
Cool crisp air, twinkle of stars,
Tranquil December nights.
Pristine beauty of the Carolinas
Cloaked in winter mist,
Frozen noses of little children
Warmed by mommyís kiss.
Anonymous angels giving their time
To help those who have less.
Santaís little helpers spreading cheer.
Volunteers at their best.
I want to share my Carolina Christmas
Show you the beauty all around.
When strangers reach out to one another,
Love for man abounds.
We smile and nod and greet with hugs,
Warm embraces of a friend.
But here in the Carolinas,
The Christmas Spirit doesnít end.
It matters not how strait the gate;
How charged with punishments the scroll;
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.