The Christmas Gift

A gift beneath the Christmas tree
is not my wish this year.
I'd rather that he comfort me
and hold me ever near.

To have his giving heart embrace
the yearning in my soul,
and see a glow adorn his face
with joy he can't control.

To spark a glint in ginger eyes
from dreams we jointly share,
and hear his gasp of true surprise
when peace pervades the air.

To see his smile, that shines so bright,
when walking through the door,
and share his passion's flame at night
as Heaven we explore.

So on this Christmas Eve I'll stare
at twinkling stars above,
then cast my wish and say a prayer
he'll send my gift; his love.

by Jo Lynn Ehnes

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