The Unwrapping
No box beneath the tree could hold
The gift I cherish more than gold.
It wasn’t tied with ribbon bright
Or hidden in the silent night.
The year you came, the calendar’s turn,
Was when my soul began to learn
That Christmas magic isn’t made
Of tinsel, light, or sweet parade—
It’s you, my love, it’s in your eyes,
My endless, joyful, sweet surprise.
The Light You Bring
The winter world seems dark and deep,
But in your arms, the promises keep.
You are the fire upon our hearth,
The quiet peace that fills my earth.
Your laughter is the carol’s sound
That makes my universe go ’round.
Each moment with you, soft and true,
Is like the first fall of the snow—
A blanket pure, a fresh start made,
A beauty that will never fade.
“They speak of gifts in red and green,
Of hopeful sights and scenes foreseen.
But my one wish, my constant prayer,
Is simply that you’re always there.
For you’re the answer, clear and bright,
To every silent, longing night.”
My Evergreen
While other presents fade and fray,
Your love grows stronger every day.
Like an evergreen that stands so tall,
You grace my summer, spring, and fall.
Your hand in mine, a perfect fit,
The steady, loving flame is lit.
You are the beauty in the strife,
The very heartbeat of my life.
My Diane, with passion burning,
For you my soul is ever yearning.
Not just at Christmas, but always, love,
You are the gift from God above.
Forever yours, this Christmas Day,
And every moment, come what may.