It is not what we give,
That stays to make a difference...
In someone else's life,
To be remembered to reminisce.
It is who we are,
To always give with a difference made...
That stays that way.
And seldom to forget to be forgotten.
Someone who gives,
With this as a priority done to do...
Christmas is just another day,
To validate it proven...
What someone like this often does.
Someone who gives,
With this as a priority done to do...
To validate it proven...
What someone like this often does,
Is the gift to others they get.
And unwrapped to disguise surprises.
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