The windows are wrapped with cotton snow.
The lights are rainabows in my room.
Something is missing from the house-
A Christmas tree, a Christmas tree
And all the presents under the Christmas tree.
We can't afford to buy a little fig,
So I buy a little decorative tree,
And put up some socks on the window
For my l i t t l e ba-bies.
Together we make some wishes
And put them all in the socks,
Waiting Jesus, the real Santa,
To make a Christmas a real home-
F o r l o v i n g a n d c a r i n g.
In dreams, we wish to hear from you,
And thank you for
All the care
You've shown during the past year.
//I put it in open poetry forum 24 but nobody seem to care, so I'm putting it here, to see if it is really bad.
~Sometimes when I look back at what I wrote, I don't recognize the 'Me' in the past anymore.
[This message has been edited by aries_luv_ppl (12-22-2002 06:36 PM).]