. All Wrapped Up I thought I'd bring you Christmas All wrapped with a shiny bow But there’s just something missing, Not the wreath or mistletoe- I bought some things that glittered And I hung them on the tree, But there is still this yearning That gnaws inside of me… So then I play some music- And carols echo down the halls- Relentless and persistent- Something whispers from my walls… Oh yes! I think I've got it-- At last I think I know-- On the mantle I'll line candles Then we'll have that special glow! But the tapers slowly burn down And the light begins to wane- Their magic sphere is fading There’s just one thing that remains— I pick up an old, worn Bible And begin to read the words… About angels and a Christ-Child, The sweetest story ever heard… And my heart begins to well up All the striving starts to cease- As I embrace my Lord and Savior, The King of Kings and Prince of Peace— So now I'll bring you Christmas And the most amazing, wonderful part- Is that the Son of God still comes And wraps his love around your heart… Sharon Frye 12/ 2006