Carols and choirs,
Candy canes and caring.
Magic and mystery.
A mother, a child,
A shepherd, a lamb.
Santa, his elves,
And some silver bells.
A grandchild asking, “Do you think I’ve been good?”
And reindeer flying the way that they should.
Hay in a manger, glitter on the floor.
Gold, frankincense, and mirth.
Families that are close or far apart.
All the above – or nothing at all
Because a heart that is full
Is what Christmas is about.
My memoir, Dear Elvis, is available at amzn.to/2uPSFtE
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