December 21, 2020
It’s not the gifts tied up with lace,
The perfect wrap, each fold in place,
That makes a gift that stands apart,
But rather love that’s from the heart.
A gift can be a word or deed,
A selfless act to meet a need.
A cursive note that’s penned by hand
Shared from the heart can be quite grand.
Perhaps just time to sit and talk,
Stroll in the park, a leisure walk,
Is what we need and crave the most.
At Christmas time we love to host
An open house, a come and go,
For neighbors and the friends we know.
I miss the hugs, perhaps next year
We’ll once again have others near.