The Perfect Christmas Gift Poem by Roger Horsch

When I was a child coming down the stairs
on an early Christmas morn'
I was too young to know that this was the day
that our savior, Christ was born

I was only two or three years old
that's as early as I remember
I looked outside and saw drifts of snow
that come in the month of December

I was the happiest child when I turned around
and, saw the gifts that were under the tree
I then ran upstairs and woke everyone up
so, they could all come down and see

The memories I have of myself as a child
on that wonderful Christmas day
I will lock them deep within my heart
so, they will never slip away

And, every year on Christmas day
these memories I will lift
I will share them all with family and friends
'cause they're the perfect Christmas gift