Mah little Black Book

I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book.
And every year when Christmas comes, I go and take a look.
And that is when I realize that these names are a part,
Not of the book they're written in, but only in my heart.

For each name stands for SOMEONE,
Who has crossed my path sometime,
And in that meeting they've become the rhythm in each rhyme.
And while it sounds fantastic, for me to make this claim,
I really feel that I'm composed of each remembered name.

And while you may not be aware of any special "link",
Just meeting you has changed my life, a lot more than you think,
For once I've met somebody, the years cannot erase,
The memory of a pleasant word or of your friendly face.

So never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine,
Of names upon a Christmas list, forgotten in between.
For when I send my Christmas card that is addressed to you,
It is because you're on my list, of folks I'm indebted to.

For I am but, the total of the many folks I've met,
And you happen to be, one of those, I prefer not to forget.
And whether I have known you, for many years or few,
In some way you have had a part in shaping things I do.

And every year when Christmas comes, I realize anew,
The best gifts life can offer, is meeting folks like you.
And may the spirit of Christmas, that forever endures,
Leave its richest blessing, in the hearts of you and yours.

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