For many Christmas, is celebrating,
With old fashion special ways,
To others, it's just the passing,
Of another holiday.
Honoring, the birth of Christ,
Is in most peoples mind,
The true meaning of the occasion,
Over centuries, in time.
Long travels, to gatherings,
For many, make the day,
For others, it's just memories,
At home alone they stay.
For the young, it's the toys,
Excitement, and carols they sing,
Over years, we realize, the caring, and love,
Is the best gift, the season brings.
Tom Maxwell copyright 12/10/2015
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