Although it may seem
like the presents under the tree
Are what matter most to those you love
You may be looking in the wrong direction
Presents are objects
Left unused and broken
Never to be seen again
Yet the day you wake up,
The smell of breakfast or the music playing
Is a memory more worth keeping
Or the night before,
The books you read
or the games you play
Will forever be saved in your head
The feeling of excitement
As you get out of bed
To wake the family you love
Not the presents wrapped in red
So as you get up this day
Remember those years
And cherish it the next
So you remember the Christmas cheer
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
Although it may seem
like the presents under the tree
Are what matter most to those you love
You may be looking in the wrong direction
Presents are objects
Left unused and broken
Never to be seen again
Yet the day you wake up,
The smell of breakfast or the music playing
Is a memory more worth keeping
Or the night before,
The books you read
or the games you play
Will forever be saved in your head
The feeling of excitement
As you get out of bed
To wake the family you love
Not the presents wrapped in red
So as you get up this day
Remember those years
And cherish it the next
So you remember the Christmas cheer