The Heart Of Christmas Poem by Micron Jan

Candles flicker, windows glow,
Outside, chilly winds may blow.
But inside warmth begins to rise,
Not from gifts, but from loving eyes.

No piles of toys or shiny bows,
No credit cards with debts that grow.
Just laughter shared around the tree,
Stories told, and hearts set free.

A grandmother's hand, a father's smile,
A child's excitement felt all the while.
The music of voices, old and young,
The carols of love so sweetly sung.

It's family that brings the light,
The gift we give, the gift we share,
Is time, and presence, showing care,
And memories made in hands we hold.