This Season's Gift
My pockets, bare, this yuletide season
Though riches, they are in my heart
As family and friends will gather about
With a love for us all to therefore impart
No gift could one give, that’s greater than
The one that had never known a store
As the wrapping on the gift, is one of love
Reflecting the gift itself, one so pure
For when all other gifts then so break
Or then need some time to therefore mend
It’s love, the gift that stays the season
And is the gift that all should send
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