CHARGES LAID

© RYAN GUILEY

Do you hear the bells ringing?

Or the Christmas carols people singing?

December is the best time of the year,

As the world awaits coming out of fear.

 

Some put an angel on top of their tree,

As I will show the right way to lead,

Some believe in Santa, but I believe,

As on the close door, there is a wreath.

 

A marking that shows new life to form,

Or maybe, just an indication to forewarn,

Some have never felt the snow or the cold,

Retailers love this time, as presents are sold.

 

The best gift is using your love and wisdom,

Don’t let anyone tell you that you are dumb,

Go for it and chase your ambitions,

As I would never leave her side in any condition.

 

I never knew how to gift wrap but had a bow,

Isn’t it just the thought, if anyone knows?

Spending all your disposable income,

The holidays trying to please and then some.

 

Ugly sweaters sipping on hot chocolate,

It’s freezing, as we put on our mitts,

As I wait under the mistletoe,

Years taken of what they stole.

 

I can still smell the egg nog,

Or the fires, burning the logs,

You realize the best gift is yourself,

Or the feelings of what you have felt.

 

Another Christmas will not go by,

For me to gaze in your brown eyes,

That’s all I want, and charges laid,

Of the 10 years that they have invade.