Sometimes I'm not so thankful and my mind seems somewhere else
I don't always care for others and think only of myself
So many seasons passed, that I disliked this time of year
But for the first time in my life, the true meaning is very clear
Reflecting back to all the seasons, I've enjoyed in my past
The opening of all the presents, that never seemed to last
It's not about being merry or how much a man is worth
Nor the giving and receiving of presents, it's all about a birth
He was laid upon a manger, long ago one December day
Wise men still seek Him, but many have been lost along the way
He separated all time on that glorious Christmas morn
And on the day He died, the temple curtain, it was torn
Sometimes I'm not so thankful, but this year that has changed
My future now is certain and my priorities rearranged
It's not about the money and all the gifts you may receive
To experience the meaning of Christmas, you must first believe
SLM
Reason for writing:
Sometime the true meaning of Christmas is lost among the gifts under the tree. Jesus is the reason for the season. It has taken a long time for me to figure that out.
Birth sign: Libra
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