Christmas Love

Christmas is not the wreath on the door,
The brittle tree with a flashing light
And baubles of red, gold and glittering white;
It is not the pile of gaudy boxes
Stuck with stiff off-center bows.

Christmas is not the odor of nutmeg and ginger,
Fresh-made coffee and cardamon breads,
Turkey and ham and cake Santa Claus heads;
It is not the candles with the scent of pine
Nor the oranges pierced with balls of cloves.

Christmas is old friends and old lovers
Holding hands and kissing gently;
Christmas is new friends and new lovers
Knowing the first warm glow of fondness;
Christmas is feeling the presence of God
And sharing His holy gift of loving.