Cover of Holly

I want to tell you a story about one Christmas morning.

The snow was falling and the wind was roaring.

Holly and Christmas ferns decorated the door.

Gifts piled high around the tree on the floor.

Home baked goods from the kitchen filled the air.

The children opened their gifts with great care.

Time stood still for a moment when,

I reached for the box to open.

The box was white like snow.

Delicately tied in a big red bow.

Inside the box was a gift for me.

A tiny silver bell laid silently.

I picked it up and it begin to ring.

The music of Christmas, so charming.

My little girl said, “I hope you like your present too.”

“Every time you ring the bell, a note of love from me to you.”

A silent tear fell from my eye.

What a beautiful gift and such a surprise.

I placed the bell on the mantle with care.

Even today it still sits there.

This happened many years ago.

The Christmas box with the big red bow.

A tiny silver bell plays a precious tune.

A note of Christmas joy from me to you.

May your Christmas be filled with love, hope, and joy. Remember it is not what you get in the box, it is always the thought. The smallest gifts are the most precious ones.