My Only Christmas Poem by Kenneth Davis

My Only Christmas by Kenny Davis

My only gift for Christmas I would want
Would be you under the tree
Wrapped in nothing more than a silk, red ribbon bow
With the beauty of you smiling back at me

My only tradition for Christmas I would want
Would be the gift of you under the mistletoe
Warm by the fire, to indulge in our “reindeer games”
That will make you blush brighter than Rudolph’s nose

Until now, my only Christmas
Was to be only topped by an angel or star
Though any before has shined as brightly as you
Oh what starlight of Bethlehem, for me, you are

Oh what a miracle of Christmas I see
Every time I am blessed to look into your eyes
For the way the glow and sparkle ever so florescent
Much like the stars of an oh so Silent Night

On this very special Christmas
If I was Santa at your door knocking
Just because you have been naughty all year
Would let me slip my Yule log in your stocking?

On this eve
Of our special Christmas day
Would you give me the priceless gift, Mrs. Claus
Of riding my sleigh

The pleasure of digging deep
Down into my bag full of tricks
In hopes getting a long Yule log
To you, from me, jolly ol’ St. Nick

For all I ever wanted for Christmas
Was, but that of a Holiday kiss
Instead of under the tree, under the mistletoe perhaps
To be swept up in the fantasy of Christmas bliss.
©k.davis December 2013