Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
He ate all my cookies,
Drank all my milk;
He had heavy boots,
And a coat made of silk.
Over his back he carried the toys;
Some of them, a lot of them, even made noise.
He smelled like fresh, tobacco smoke;
He gave my favorite tree an irritated poke.
A grumpy look came upon his face;
This guy is crazy, and I bet he carries a mace.
He reached into his bag, so I thought for gold,
But out he pulled, a big lump of coal.
With an angry look, he set it down with ease;
Then walked up to my chimney, and squeezed his nose.
I'll never forget the obese man in red;
I'll hate him forever, until the day I am dead.
If not for you, I wouldn’t know
What true love meant.
I’d never feel
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
life is confusing
for all of us
no matter how small or how big
we all hav
My family's gone; there's no one home.
It's only me who's home alone.
I shouldn't
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
