It's not lights shining brightly
Nor tinsel on the tree
Or gifts of gold and silver
Of these we have no need

Itís a time for love and caring
A time to give and share
A time of celebration
With happiness in the air

Itís not about the sleigh ride
Nor ringing of the bells
Or even of the carolers
Although they wish us well

Heís the precious gift God gave us
He came to set us free
He brings us peace and comfort
True love in Him youíll see

So remember the true meaning
When Christmas comes around
The true gift is within you
Through Christ Jesus it is found.

© 2004 Taran Marie Smith
This poem was written by Marie Williamís 13 year old granddaughter.