by Skyler Wolf Jones

Created on: December 04, 2008

Twas white and cold, one frosty Christmas Morn,

When I woke up to realize, each year I've been reborn,

With a new chance to love my family with my heart,

A perfect time to set aside the differences setting our world apart,

And open up our arms, to the friends we've yet to meet,

Just waiting on our sidewalks, and wandering in our streets,

What stories can be told, if we just take the time to listen,

Just like fresh falling snow, through love another's eyes will glisten,

To hear just one child say thanks, to a stranger lending a hand,

Will make the tears of heaven happy, blessing over our land,

Twas dark and cold, one frosty Christmas Morn,

When I woke from my bed to find my feelings torn,

That on the eve of Christmas, I walked by a lonely man in need,

And it wasn't because my own pockets, filled themselves with greed,

It was because my mind was filled, with the unimportance of losing time,

That I hurried by this man, I now feel in my heart it was a crime,

With wishes casted on every star, in every well, and every broken bone,

No matter how many things I call mine, I will always be alone,

Until I realize that man I passed, was an image of me inside,

And I walked by myself, as if the spiritual part of me had died,

Twas bright and warm, one beautiful Christmas Morn,

When I woke up smiling, to the beauty of being reborn,

Knowing that this new year, my family and friends will know my heart,

Will be taking time to love them, letting them know we never are apart,

Join hands with me, as in this season we become the angels we were born to be,

And let us extend our arms throughout the year, to bring back spirituality,

What stories will be told, about the memories of being kind all year through,

Will be passed down generation to generation, making it tradition to say I love you,

To make one child's dreams come true, to make one family's needs complete,

To take one person in struggling times, and one person stuck on the street,

And give them a chance, to feel reborn, and that life hasn't given up on them,

Like searching the deepest part of our mountains and hearts, knowing they hold the gem,

Let your spirit be filled with happiness, in the moments we normally are to busy to see,

This year will be different for all of us, when together we dream, and set our hearts free.

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