As Christmas draws near I would like to share with you my blogging friends and readers this poem by Edgar Guest. It truly says what is my heart. As I decorate my home with stockings hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there I reflect on my many blessings. I am grateful for snowman and flowers and truly good friends and family.
The best gifts of all cannot be unwrapped in a box. I enjoy miniature villages and icicle lights. I am enjoy my ornaments and snow-globes and stars on the tree. I am grateful for magical twinkling lights, nutcrackers and cookies. And-- as I cough and hack with this awful Christmas cold, I am grateful for my cold medicines, pillows and beds. See you all soon!
A Friend's Greeting
"I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.
I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray out of your skies and leave them only blue;
I'd like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul the way that mine you've stirred.
I'd like to give back the joy that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be;
I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon.
I'm wishing at this Christmas time that I could but repay
A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along the way;
And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me."