A Christmas Poem

The gifts of the season found under a tree?
They're but shadows of the ones inside you and me.
You must look in your heart for the true gift to be found,
It's a package of love, but it must be unwound.
And when it is open, it will be plain to see
This gift's not for keeping, so let other receive.
For the love that we feel, it's not really our own
It's meant to pass through us, lead us closer to home.
So share it with others, however you might
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night.