They arrive every December twenty-fifth
Representing all who we are; spending
that special day with its' hard earned
memories of what Christmas is really
about - not the gifts, but the giving.
Their presence is felt like the lights on
the tree, and here they patiently wait
somewhere between reality and dreams
Hoping all they did for us won't be
forgotten - all that's good will be redeemed.
They believe in the things reflecting their
worth, no present day commercialism
just to make a buck; the ghosts from our
Christmases past bring us things to hold
near and never take for granted.
For today, we all seem to give our lives
away in an effort to satisfy someone else
Until this Christmas morn, when the year
will soon be leaving - they're trying to help
us find our way back home.
And if we truly believe we will, all we have
to do is reach deep down in our souls
which will cause us to want to change
Form a new plan; Be the best 'you'
in existence - now a new life has begun!
'2008' RLS
Merry Christmas,
Christine
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TRASK
The ghost of Christmas past will always be in our hearts, striving for us to be the 'best' us in existance. Excellent write, my friend.
Blessings and huggs,
~Linda
As always,
Linda
Much Love & Blessings
Merry Christmas To You & Your Family Lance
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
Very beautiful sentiments and a lovely poem. May the coming year bring you much joy, Merry Christmas
Love,
Mary
Thank you for sharing this...
In Spirit,
Bear