In a harried world, one eagerly awaits the peace and joy of Christmas.

Gifts are wrapped,
hair is done
I'm ready for the arrival
of the chosen one.

To celebrate,
I'll wear my best dress,
but it doesn't really matter,
I must confess.

I've gotten all caught up
and I've lost sight
of the things most important
on this Christmas night.

Did I open my heart gladly
to someone in need?
It matters more
than the glitter on my tree.

And if I decided
that I could take time
to chat with a friend,
perhaps the joy is mine.

So if I am haphazard
with the wrapping of gifts,
decorating the tree,
or fulfilling each wish

Please understand
I, in my own way, take part
Christmas isn't in the wallet,
but in my heart.