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.
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
I opened my eyes
I looked to the sky
the birds were singing and whistling by
This feeling inside, I cannot hide.
This feeling inside, I can't deny.
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
Don't be worried about the past.
Things like that never last.
We're better than y
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
