The Christmas Heart
The secret of the Christmas heart
Is hidden but quite clear;
It follows us around a lot
And goes from year to year.
Not evident at times to us,
Not meant for us to know,
For the mystery of its secret
Is in the loving that we show.
Not in presents given in December
That with money we can buy;
Not in parties given for Christmas
cheer,
Or in Christmas songs that make us cry.
Not in empty hours spent shopping,
Going from store to store.
Not in cards, so bright and gay,
Signed and hanging around our door
Not in a tree cut and dying,
Not in lights that blink and flash;
Not in Christmas clubs set up to save
To give us Christmas cash.
Not in stories about a fat man,
Not in tales of his reindeer;
No, the secret of the Christmas heart
Is not in Christmas cheer.
To find the heart of Christmas,
We must sit and reflect alone:
Remembering the year gone by
And the loving we have shown.
In the time we spend with children,
Helping them learn of life;
In tears shed with others,
In times of personal strife.
In little deeds of kindness,
In listening to a friend;
In walking down the road of life
Straightening all its bends.
In an hour spent fishing,
In laughter to break a mood;
In the good times and in the bad times,
It’s the deeds that people do.
So when you check your presents
To see all that they hold,
Reflect on all you’ve done this year
And the secret you’ve been told.
