Excitement dancing in my heart,
A flutter, a butterfly, a gentle spark.
For giving and getting, it's just the start.
Of forgiving and forgetting until I'm left in the dark.

The season of snow, so white, so pure.
It's here at last, but not forever.
The gifts will vanish in time, I'm sure.
The real present is to keep loving, like we were.

For soon the tree will be all bare,
The presents gone like they were never even there.
Be sure to be kind, and love, and care.
Because that's what matters, that's what's fair.

At last hold on to my true words,
Remember them, as they were.
Keep in mind what you have heard.
The gift is you, and that I'm sure.

Death
was the gift
we all wanted
but were too scared to accept

An individual lacking a particular talent
but is honest, open-minded, teachable,
enthusiastic and adamant has a higher
chance at success than a talented person
lacking all the other qualities.

A day when anyone can be lovely,
Giving surprises or gifts.
Someone wants a hug or just a kiss,
There will also be a couple that are lovey-dovey.

Remember it's not a day just for couples,
It could be between your mother or father.
Also give your heart with sweet colors,
It's important to have self love.