Treasure Island

Micron


Christmas Time


Christmas time to us does so much bring
The time for comfort food and carols we sing
The time to bring in the Christmas tree
The time decorations sparkle just for you and me
The time to warm the heart and soul of everyone
The time to appreciate those who bring us joy
The time for toys for every girl and boy
The time to build memories not to be undone
The time to share with those we love
The time to show peace and the white dove
The time to show the feelings in our hearts
The time to laugh and joke in fits and starts
The times to enjoy being with those that mean much
The time for rejoicing in being just us

Submitted: Tuesday, December 23, 2008

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  • Marilyn Lott (12/23/2008 5:30:00 PM)

    A wonderful Christmas poem that says so many special things! Thanks and Merry Christmas. A '10! '

    Best Wishes,
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