For Her Delight

The time is fast approaching now,

Christmas is almost here.

The gifts are wrapped beneath the tree

The house smells of baked cheer.

Each tree is decked with gleaming flecks

Of sparkling colored light,

Reflecting in the window’s glass,

Teasing the long dark night.

To many, these are trappings vain

That cheapen what you gave;

To me they represent the love

That you were born to save.

For each one represents the time

I spent to make it right

For one I love, who once filled my

Christmases with delight.

So thank you for the twinkling trees

And the cinnamon sighs,

And thank you for the chance to please

My precious mother’s eyes.