From My Lips To Santa's Ears

The star hangs loosely above the silent night, Gusts of wind blow the Christian tide, It is that time of the year again, A blessed gift of hope and love. A time to create moments to cherish, Time of sharing goodness of our heart with others, Gift what someone means to you, Time to plant plenteous mercies. Yes, the night is strangely silent, For the children are eagerly waiting, Objectively sleeping pretentiously, Hoping against all odds to be in your list, So the next time you appear, With your ghostly procession through the sky, In the famous horse driven chariot, There will be laughter and good tidings in the air. Give them your warm bear hugs, Loving kisses and earnest wishes, As they play with your white bristly drooping beard, They will experience the joy of giving.