I Love To Feel

I love to feel your every sigh
I love that twinkle in your eye
I love to feel your love
I love to be in your arms, being hugged

Merry Christmas, my darling

In Idle Dreams

In idle dreams of long ago,
I imagined my true love;
A perfect match, a soulmate,
An angel from above.

Now you’re here, and now I know
Our love will stay and thrive and grow.

You And I

You and I
Cuddled up together
In the dark
In front of a lighted tree
Sharing our love for each other.

That’s my idea of a perfect Christmas Eve.

As A Baby

As a baby, Jesus came
From His home above
He left His throne, and who He was,
To teach us how to love

As a baby, Jesus came,
Wrapped in swaddling cloth;
Willingly took on humanity,
Though He was one with God

We thank Him that He came a babe
And grew to be a man
And for His sacrificial love,
His nailed scarred feet and hands

Through it all we can live on
With Jesus Christ our Lord
The babe that came that first Christmas
Is what we thank Him for.

Awake, Glad Heart!

Awake, glad heart! Get up and sing,
It is the birthday of thy King,
Awake! Awake!
The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.

May The Meaning

“May the meaning of Christmas,
Be deeper, its friendships stronger,
And its hopes brighter,
as it comes to you,
This year.”

I Look At Their Faces

I look at their faces,
and strain to find
a clue or a hint of some pain close to mine.
I see bright, shiny eyes that seemingly smile,
and a nod of greetings while they’re all passing by.
I continue to watch, amazed at their will
to go on with lives while mine’s lying still.
Shops all amassed with holiday mirth,
no matter how mild,
for another soul getting through Christmas
without their sweet child.

Two Merry Blue Eyes

Two merry blue eyes
A very little nose
A long snowy beard
And cheeks like a rose
A round chubby man
A big bulging pack
Hurrah for Old Santa
We’re glad he’s come back!

Tonight’s my first night

Tonight’s my first night as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas Eve.
The children are sleeping all cozy upstairs,
While I’m guardin’ the stockin’s and tree.

Who’s this down the chimney?
A thief with a beard—
And a big sack for robbin’ the house?

Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again.
The stockin’s are safe as can be.
And see how I’ve guarded the tree.

Hope You’ll be

Hope you’ll be delighted
With all that Christmas has in store
And may you find the New Year
Brings all you’re hoping for