You try to sleep But you can't
You think of candy piled high
And the joy of toys
Wrapped in paper
You hear the footsteps of St.Nick
Coming down the hall.
He's passing your door
But you don't hear
You're fast asleep once more.
by Avimar
Christmas is coming soon! We can't wait
ReplyDeleteHow lovely. Did you compose this yourself. Have a wonderful Christmas season. I love you.
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