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 I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
