Instead of giving Christmas cards, each year I write a poem significant for the year just ending. I buy pretty holiday paper, print them up and hand them out. Here is my 1998 poem.
What gift can we give each other this year
that wonít break or fade away
what token will be just the right symbol
for what we want to say?
A gaily wrapped box held out with pride
may hold a wonderful gift itís true,
but what could we give that cost nothing of us,
what would be right for me and you?
If we could give to each other
perfection wrapped in a box of gold,
would that gift then be something
wondrous and glorious to behold.
A smile, an embrace, perhaps a song
or a kind and caring touch.
If only we could give happiness
A gift that would mean so much.
We may seek it all our lives
for itís something money canít buy.
So why not give it away as your gift
before another year passes us by.
I wish you good health and true love
and whatever makes you complete
And if I could give you happiness next year,
I would place it at your feet.
[This message has been edited by Poet deVine (edited 11-29-1999).]