A CHRISTMAS GIFT

They talk about the presents that were under the tree
And what gifts did she get or gifts did he
And the stores they were jammed packed all day long
Foe a Christmas whose meaning is lost and so very wrongPeople rushing by so quickly
Not knowing where to go
Oh, how I miss my special Christmas’s
From so many years agoLike Christmas Eve dinner by Grand Ma’s
That was special in so many way’s
And family gathering around on Christmas Day
A tradition so special, it should never end

Like children signing Christmas carols
While snow falls from a moon lit sky
If you closed your eye’s and listened real hard
You swear, you can hear old Saint Nick flying by

The smiles on people’s faces
And the sparkle in their eye’s
Oh Yes, it was the Holiday season
To this, you couldn’t deny

Like the greeting of a neighbor
Or the helping of a friend
For those who are less fortunate
Whose troubles have no end

Like showing kindness to a stranger
Or giving a toy to a child in need
A hug, a kiss, or just a simple pat on the back
Is all one might truly need

To share a special moment
With someone that you love
To watch a child’s eye’s light up a room
Cause Santa dropped in from up above

To give thanks to the Lord
For all that he has given you
For those moments when you needed him
And he came shining through for you

To give your friends the most special gift
By letting them know how much you really care
By asking the Lord to Love and protect them
And doing this through the Gift of Prayer

People know longer understand the meaning of Christmas
It’s the birth of Jesus Christ, that’s what it’s truly all about
Our Lord, who gives you his eternal love

A love, that you should never doubt

But on this Christmas, I am truly blessed
For the Lord has shown me kindness that has no end
He’s given me Faith, Hope and Love
And most of all, he’s given me you, as a FriendSo my dear friend, I am giving you a Precious Gift
To let you know, just how much I really care
I am asking the Lord to Love and Protect You
And I am doing this, through the gift of PrayerAnd when our day has come
And our paths may never cross again
Just know on every Christmas Day I will Pray for You
Because the Lord’s gift to me was you, as my Friend

Yes, times they are just so different now
Not like they were so long ago
Oh yes, I miss my Special Christmas’s
From so many years ago

MERRY CHRISTMAS

The Depressed Poet comes from many years of suffering from Depression. While in the hospital for this a doctor suggested that I try my hand at poetry and that is where life changed for me. I wrote about things I never really thought of before like God, Jesus, Heaven and so on. I do not consider myself a great or good writer because, I am not. What I am is a man, who stumbles through his words, so he can make it through his days. I also host a podcast called, The Coffee and Prayer Series.