1971 Christmas Poem

Many send cards
Some send presents
But I think I'll just
Send my love
It's Christmas
And all around
They're celebrating
The child's birth
So many adore
So few really know him
As presents they strew
In all the wrong places
So I'm going to try
To gain a perspective
On what the true gifts
Are that should be given
They should be gifts
Of faith in a higher way
Hope for a greater day
And love which never tarnishes
For the only good gift
Is the one of yourself
Which you bestow
On someone else
He did, you know
And that's why
We remember to pass on
His gift of love

- 9 December 1971