Christmas is a season,
For gifts of every kind;
All the glittering, pretty things
That Christmas shoppers find;
Baubles, beads, and bangles
Of silver and gold.

Anything and everything
That can be bought or sold,
Is given at this season
To place beneath the tree;
For Christmas is a special time
For giving lavishly.

But there’s one rare and priceless gift
That can’t be sold or bought,
It’s something poor or rich can give
For it’s a loving thought.

And loving thoughts are something
For which no one can pay,
And only loving hearts can give
This priceless gift away.