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The Gift Of Christmas

By Bud Lemire

It's not always the gifts under the tree
That makes Christmas mean the most to me
It's the gathering of friends and family
And all the love that is shared, freely

It's the gift of fully feeling alive
The Journey taken, now when you arrive
The gift of love that you feel withr Soul Mate
Heartfelt blessings of everything you appreciate

The Angel at the top of the tree, watching over you
All the things in life that you have been through
The beauty in the sky when the sun sets and rises
Through the years, all the pleasant little surprises

All the colored lights all over the Christmas Tree
Reminding me that each soul has their own special beauty
Each of us being unique, each of us shine
Like the lights on the tree, we are the lights of the divine

Each day beholds a gift for each
You learn, experience, and teach
As you open the gifts from under the tree
Think of the greatest gift, The Gift To Be

©Dec 13, 2015 Bud Lemire

Author Note:

At Christmas time I always think of the people
who guided me in friendship and helped mold
me to be who I am today. They touched me with
their love, and made me proud to be happy as I
live this life I am living. We are truly miracles
here on Earth. Souls with such a wonderful
personality. When we help each other as we
travel down the journey of life, it makes me
appreciate people even more.
Merry Christmas to one and all.

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