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.
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
Peace and love,
his kiss is soft as a dove.
He makes me smile all the time
<Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,
But what if they are a true reflection of what's i
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
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