Santa is already on his way
A pine tree has already moved in
The house is brightener up to corners
By his lights of sincere worshiping
And the feelings of everyone's dreams
The guy named Santa is surely on the road
As those being displayed in the window
The deers are walking slowly, but Merrily
As years molding to their sizes of gold
The sweetness of the day begins to flash
To flush out any looms in the tired hearts
As gleaming of hope and glowing of lucky
The sight of the flowers gladdened her art
Of which I would call it moments of ideal
Once you embrace the crystal eyed soul
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2024
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