Its not lights shining brightly Nor tinsel on the tree Or gifts of gold and silver Of these we have no need It’s a time for love and caring A time to give and share A time of celebration With happiness in the air It’s not about the sleigh ride Nor ringing of the bells Or even of the carolers Although they wish us well He’s the precious gift God gave us He came to set us free He brings us peace and comfort True love in Him you’ll see So remember the true meaning When Christmas comes around The true gift is within you Through Christ Jesus it is found. © 2004 Taran Marie Smith *This poem was written by my 13 year old granddaughter. I am proud to be able to be the first to publish her work. Please be sure to sign the guest book to let her know you stopped by.
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