There will be few, if any, presents under my tree.
I could not purchase them with a life of me, me, me.
Though I have been loved, it was often short-lived.
Somewhere I have lost the ability to forgive.
My pride, so swelled with fleeting success,
My spirit aching amidst the inglorious mess.
Distance I have placed between ones I should be close,
I have forgotten that love is what matters the most.
Now I kneel at this tree I have made, tinsel darkened and faded.
Will He accept a life of a shattered heart that is jaded?
And then, a door flung open and with it came a burst of air.
The tinsel, it fluttered, and so did my hair!
Lights, at first intermittent, began to twinkle and shine.
And the air was filled with the scent of fresh pine.
My eyes filled with tears, such a beautiful thing.
In the corner of my eye, a gift someone did bring.
So the package I hastened towards with glee.
What could this gift possibly be?
The tears subsided, I began to open it slowly.
I saw with amazement what had been made holy.
A new heart, once hardened and filled with desire
now complete with the love of the One I admire.