Giving

Getting older with every Christmas

I feared they'd grow duller

Yet I feel something new

With a heart much fuller

As a child, I only knew of gifts of being given

Now is the gift of giving, I've come to live in

The wonder of extravagant toys has faded

Replaced by a new found joy, long awaited

The joy of another receiving my love

In a way only my creative love could think of

So with every year, I once again learn

Like my gifts to others, true love is not earned

And the love felt from sight of another's face

Need not the day of Christmas to take place