Treasure Island

Paul (ChryWizard) Posney


One Christmas Morning


One Christmas morning

On Christmas morning, I found I must have been bad,
Because presents from Santa; there's not one that I had.
I looked back on the year to see what I'd done,
What terrible deeds? But I found not a one.
Oh I wasn’t an angel but I tried to be good,
I did all the things that I thought that I should.
I was always polite; and I never did steal,
A white lie or two but no big deal.
I never cheated people or cheat on my wife.
So what was so bad; that I did in my life?
As I looked back on the year, I started to see,
The gifts I’d been given… not under the tree.
The respect of my peers and the fresh smell of rain,
The tender love of a woman who now shares my name.
The laughter of children and the smiles they share,
A really good life; filled with people who care.
I realized right then; standing next to the tree,
How selfish I’d been and Christmas wasn’t about me.
It took a moment or two to remember what Christmas was about,
It celebrates the birth of our savior and sacrifice with no doubts.

© Paul (ChryWizard) Posney 2011

Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2011

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