What I really want most for Christmas this year is for every one's heart to know ...
All written in a book.
And every year at Christmastime,
I go and take a look.
And that is when I realize,
That those names are a part,
Not of the book they're written in,
But of my very heart.
For each name stands for someone,
Who has crossed my path some time.
And in that meeting they've become,
A treasured friend of mine.
And once you've met some people,
The years can not erase,
The memory of a pleasant word,
Or a friendly face.
So when I send a Christmas card,
That is addressed to you,
It's because you're on that list,
Of folk I'm indebted to.
And you are one of many folk who,
In times past I've met,
And happen to be one of those,
I don't want to forget.
And whether I have known you for,
Many years or few,
In some way you have a part in,
Shaping things I do.
This, the spirit of Christmas,
that Forever and ever endures.
May it leave it richest blessing,
In the hearts of you and yours.
