Anthony Lane Stahlhut
Age Rating: 4 +
You ask what does Christmas mean to me,
I ponder the question, of what it could be.
Of course there's the Lord, we celebrate his birth,
and all the blessings, he gave on this earth.
I know it's the sparkle, in the little ones eyes.
As they open the presents, with gasps and sighs.
It's the smiles and grins, the faces full of cheer.
The closeness of loved ones that you hold dear.
A neighbor you dislike, gives you a wave and smile,
and you put off the anger, for just a little while.
The little old lady, that lives down the hill.
You cut her grass, without giving her a bill.
The bum on the corner, at the end of the street,
has no coat for the cold, or shoes for his feet.
You give him your sweater, a pair of your shoes,
Ten dollars for dinner, "whatever you choose!"
Santa at the entrance, ringing his little bell.
visiting the childrens ward, wishing them well.
The stories of Rudolph, and of course the Grinch.
The pinkness of your cheeks, grandma would pinch.
Christmas means so much, can't name one or two,
noway to describe the feelings, between me and you.
I guess most of all, its the outpouring of love,
but if I tell you the truth, its all the above!