Christmas Love
He was my Christmas love,
Every year at Christmas he would come by like Santa,
Blessed me with his friendship and care,
We would hug and kiss sometimes.
The day i met him I felt very blessed,
Tall and handsome, muscular and friendly.
We are still friends today, he loves to go skiing,
Skiing is my love too, to ski the mountain.
To be there with him was God's miracle,
After that I will enjoy the beautiful day.
The place where we lived was enchanting,
Delicious foods and boutiques.
Friends each and everyday to talk to,
I must have been good to be blessed by God.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
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