Brightly colored paper strewn on the floor
Boxes broken down once they are empty
Sitting back to reminisce on the laughter
Remembering the joy that it gave to me.
It is always easier to look back and think
To remember what joys you have shared
Each year brings back old and new friends
Some passing through, some really cared.
As we grow older we find priorities change
It isn’t the amount or value of gifts brought
What matters more than anything you get
Is that someone gave the time you sought.
We are all so busy trying to get through life
In days where electronic gadgets abound
It is too easy get sidetracked by distractions
So make sure your feelings can be found.