The Treasure of Christmas
A treasure you keep can lead to your hearts desire,
But prices don’t come cheap, with ointments that you admire.
Money is tight; morning turns into nigh,
Presents can always excite but some are invisible to the eye.
A present is always the one, who you love,
The one who you have always trust and always think of.
Money isn’t everything and a joy to bring,
Prices are high even when there is no blue sky.
Listen to your heart and listen to your soul,
Listen to the ones you love, with pride and joy.
Hear of what they have to say and that will be the day,
Learn the mistakes of the past, and achieve the targets that’ll make the goals.
Something precious will always keep your desire,
Letting go can bring you pain and aching fire.
Though it can be hard to let go, the one you love will always come back too,
Only if from the very beginning, this treasure is yours rather than someone who is winning.
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