Christmas

Gold cannot purchase the sun’s warm kiss,
Nor buy the joy found in moments of bliss.
Though we swim in bills, in the millionaire’s stream,
Happiness flows where the heart finds its dream.
Working all day in the exhausting paper chase,
Yet happiness won’t be found in this money race.
Joy and happiness cannot be bought with money, silver, or gold,
The true joy will unfold as your life’s stories are told.

Despite life’s challenges, remember,
Happiness is all about mind over matter.
Like a tree growing, reaching for the sky,
We discover wealth, as our days go by.
Money might jingle in the market’s sound,
But real riches come when our happiness is found.

Merry Christmas