Christmas is a season,
For gifts of
every kind;
All the glittering, pretty
things
That Christmas shoppers
find;
Baubles, beads, and bangles
Of
silver and gold.
Anything and everything
That can be
bought or sold,
Is given at this season
To
place beneath the tree;
For Christmas is a
special time
For giving lavishly.
But
there's one rare and priceless gift
That
can't be sold or bought,
It's something poor
or rich can give
For it's a loving thought.
And
loving thoughts are something
For which no
one can pay,
And only loving hearts can
give
This priceless gift away.
