Busy, busy, busy...so much to do!
People to buy for, malls to race through...
Cookies to bake, cards to address,
The relatives are coming, quick clean up the mess!
So many presents under the tree,
That one's for you, this one's for me.
But one gift is missing. It's simply not there,
And it's one that will truely show that we care.
For in the bustle of parties and such,
Sometimes we forget that which means so much.
The Gift of Time.
Time for spending with a friend over tea,
And talking for an hour or three.
Time for hugging someone you love,
And sharing the things you've been dreaming of.
Time for reading with a little one dear,
And whispering "I love you" into their ear.
Time for a phone call to someone afar,
So they know that you love them wherever they are.
Time for a prayer for those who are ill,
A card or a message "I'm there for you still."
Time for old movies that still make you cry,
and for remembering the baby, who came here to die.
So wrap up this gift, and take time to recall
That time is one of the best gifts of all.
Wishing you all Time for Christmas,
and more to come in the New Year!!
Caren E. Salas
(I wrote this a few years ago, but it's one of my favorite Christmas thoughts.)
A great thought indeed!
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ReplyDeleteI suppose Shakespeare could have been thinking of the hustle and bustle of Christmas when he said, "Time is out of joint, o cursed spite, if ever I were born to set it right."
ReplyDeleteYes, time is that kind of REAL present, isn't it!
I love this poem!
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