The seventeenth, a day to share,  
A moment’s gift, a heart’s warm care.  
The season’s glow is in our hands,  
As kindness spreads across the lands.  
The trees are trimmed, the carols sung,  
The joy of Christmas has begun.  
Yet deeper still, the gift we give,  
Is love and warmth that helps us live.  
A simple smile, a touch, a hug,  
A listening ear, a heart so snug.  
The true gift lies not in the price,  
But in the love we sacrifice.  
So on this day, give what you may, 
A smile, a prayer, a hand to stay.  
For in the warmth of giving hearts,  
The magic of Christmas truly starts.