It’s Christmas time, a time of hope, of love, and cheer,
But not all understand the love that’s floating in the air.
“Mommy, play?” the young child asked as he stared up from the floor.
“Sorry, no, too much to do” she replied and walked out the door.
He looked over at his dad and noticed he was there,
In front of the TV, watching sports, reclining in his chair.
And so he rose and walked around and with a little jerk,
Tugged on his Daddy who just looked down and said, not now, I’ve got to work.
The little boy just looked around and saw the Christmas tree.
“What happened to Christmas Spirit,” he thought, “Santa come help me.”
The next day came and on it went until then came the time,
When the little boy saw Santa and jumped right in the line.
As his turn approached, his mother asked, “What will you ask him for today?”
He just smiled at her, shook his head and continued on his way.
He climbed up on Santa’s lap and smiled up at him,
And when Santa asked his greatest wish, he said “All I want is Time.”
“Time?” Santa asked, “What do you mean? No toys, no gifts, no books?”
“No,” replied the boy, “I’ve got toys coming from every nook.”
“What I want is time - for families and friends to see.
Some time to spend with nothing to do – nothing to do but be.
I love my life, my friends and folks; I’m not saying that I don’t
But one day they’ll be less busy and by then I won’t.
I want them to know the me that’s hiding deep within,
The one that hides inside because no one’s there to listen.
So what I want is easy and doesn’t cost a dime
All I want is for you to make them find a little time.”
Santa just smiled down at him and said he’d do his best,
And as the boy walked away, Santa felt a weight lift in his chest.
It’s not the decorations, the music or the gifts.
That isn’t what Christmas means at all, it’s the spirits that it lifts.
So if you’ve been too busy to realize all you own,
Take a moment to look around at what this child has shown.
For in a family, love is not spelled the way you see,
It’s also spelled in a special way, that way is T-I-M-E.
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