Treasure Island

jim foulk

(july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)

Christmas time is here


Christmas time is here
lets bring on the cheer
presents to buy for everyone
but the homeless ones get none

Christmas time is here
what was that you said dear
yes this year we will help at the mission
all the food we will be up dishing

Christmas time is here,
but what about the poor
us who are well off open up your door
help those who can't get any moore

Christmas time is here
can't you do something
lets reach out to the needy and the poor
we must not close our door

Christmas time is here
lets give everyone some cheer
christmas time is a time for giving
so lets give someone a reason for living

witten December 17,2006

Submitted: Sunday, December 17, 2006
Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010
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  • Dr. A.celestine Raj Manohar Md (1/2/2007 7:09:00 PM)

    Yes, Christmas cannot be wholesome and cheerful, unless we think about some poor people around us and share the same! and the spirit should be throughtout the year.
    good poem.
    My late Merry Christmas wishes.
    Dr John Celes (Report) Reply

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