At such a joyous time of
year,
My Christmas spirit's in
low gear -
I'm putting too much
octane
In my tank of busyness;
Instead of looking 'round
to see
The beauty that's
surrounding me,
My eyes keep looking
inward
Focusing on my own mess.
The Spirit, longing to
impart
Its gift of hope to lift
my heart,
I seem to have wrapped up and
left
beneath the Christmas
tree;
This precious gift that
can't be bought
Should not be left to
afterthought,
But opened first and shared
a lot
With friends and family.
As I pay it more
attention,
Pause, and take time for
reflection,
It is growing, speeding
up,
Approaching second gear;
I'm heeding now its hopeful
voice,
Speaking of a wiser choice:
To take each moment that
I'm given
And spend it well this
year.
"If I could make you smile,
For just a little while,
It would give me such a lift
To help you find
Your forward shift
That would be the perfect gift,
One that we could open together,
No ribbon to untie."
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