As the chill of the winter season begins to knock <br />Daylight Savings Time tumbles back on the clock <br />Replacing sunlit hours of the day are colorful lights <br />Christmas music fills department stores overnight <br /> <br />The big gobble bird hasn’t even been roasted yet <br />Snowflakes are absent and precipitation is still wet <br />The rush to promote present giving is obviously clear <br />Gift giving is the way to show that you care each year <br /> <br />What would be the perfect way to say Merry Christmas? <br />Choose a present that no other can possibly surpass <br />Will it be received with sincere graciousness and pleasure? <br />Perhaps it will become a closet stored recyclable treasure <br /> <br />As the merriment of the season delights and takes hold <br />An awareness of discrepancy slowly begins to unfold <br />Many people are not smiling as their worried thoughts roam <br />Uneasy about how they will buy food and protect their homes <br /> <br />A haunting cloud hangs overhead as 'For Sale, ' signs appear <br />Jobs are dwindling and a sense of security has disappeared <br />Perhaps the best way to show how much we care is to give <br />A gift of assistance to those who need help just to live <br /> <br />Contribute to a reputable charity that is ready and willing… <br />Giving to someone who has lost hope will be very fulfilling <br />Be with your family and share thanks for what you possess <br />You don’t need to get more extravagant gifts to feel blessed<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tis-the-season/
