The Most Precious Gift
The spirit of Christmas giving is
since I am but a man of the most
The highly personalized gifts I
send will have to be
products born of my pen, as
it creates homey scenes.
My simple turn of words has no
real tangible value,
you can’t take them to the return
counter for cash.
What they do is expound on how
I feel about you,
it’s all part of the virtual love served
in a verbal hash.
This gift won’t come in a shiny box,
replete with bow,
shaking it, even gently, will do nothing
to give it away.
You’ll need to grab some quiet time
to really know
the unheralded role you tend to play
in my life today.
I’ll write to you what Hallmark could
never hope to say,
it will be personally tailored to fit
you and only you.
The purchase of store-bought cards
is primarily okay
if you’re in a hurry their generic verses
will have to do.
We carefully wend our way through
the year to reach
this season of heartfelt giving and
jolly good cheer.
It’s not a time to go frolicking on a
far away beach,
it’s time to draw dispersed family
and friends near.
My compatriot friends at Starlite are
so well spread out
drawing them near must be done quite
virtually on line.
All you productive wordsmiths please
accept my shout
and accept that my virtual kiss under
mistletoe is divine.
Those who have crawled snugly into
my craggy heart
know exactly who they are, no need to
call out names.
I say Merry Christmas and I love you
with lyrical art,
pretend we’re all gathered by the hearth
and its flames.
Please remember my friends that these are
always my words,
coming directly from the heart that beats in
that old boy Pete.
May they resound in and tickle your ears like
vibrant song birds,
making your holiday blessing collection
sound and complete.
Submitted for Rose’s Poet’s Choice challenge
“The Most Precious Gift”
Merry Christmas to all, have a cup of eggnog on me
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