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Christmas Tidings To A Friend
Of all the things under my Christmas tree
your friendship means the most to me
It can't be bought, wrapped, or tied with a bow
Your friendship runs deep
never shallow or staged for show
True friendships are very often hard to find
I'm thankful that your caring ways somehow
met with mine
Although we may not always agree
you take the time to listen to me
Communication is surely the key
We can talk, most time, so easily
You hug me when I am sad
and try to calm me when I'm mad
You buy food so I won't go hungry
and taxi me around when I'm in a hurry
You help me with chores around the house
sweeping up old cat food tossing it out
You throw my smelly garbage in the trash bin
and help me give my cat her orange medicine
You wash dishes without having to be asked
scrubbing them up, rinsing them down right to the last
You help me with stretches that ease my muscle pain
even when your back hurts in some way the same
Kenny my precious, precious, friend
to me, you are a gem among men
True friends don't grow on trees
Oh, you mean so very much to me
I pray we will be companions and friends
through all of life's unpredictable weather
Deep from my heart, and straight from my lips
this poem, of sorts, is a meager Christmas gift
©Denise Lynne Sharpe
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