To give is to weave a thread of light,
In the tapestry of another’s night.
A gesture small, a token bright,
Can turn the dark into delight.

In hands that open, hearts are healed,
With love and kindness, wounds are sealed.
A simple act, a word revealed,
Can lift a soul from sorrow’s field.

Giving’s not in gold or in grand display,
But in the quiet things we say.
A smile, a touch, along the way,
Can change a life, come what may.

So let us give with hearts sincere,
And spread our joy to those near.
For in this world, so cold and clear,
Our gifts of love will persevere.