Therapy Bits

At Christmas time the candles glow,
Soft light on faces we all know,
The hush of snow, the bells that ring,
A season made for giving things.

Not just the gifts in paper tied,
But open hands held warm and wide,
A smile exchanged, a tear wiped dry,
A moment shared as days pass by.

Each present holds a deeper part,
A thought, a hope, a willing heart,
For giving grows when freely done,
And joy is shared, not owned by one.

Gratitude hums in quiet ways,
In thankful words and gentle praise,
For love received and love we give,
The richest gifts we’ll always live.

So lift your voice, let kindness start,
And carry light from heart to heart—
With grateful cheer and spirits bright,
We whisper softly, merry christmas.

Writing Prompts – Esther Chilton