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.
I'll never forget the obese man in red;
I'll hate him forever, until the day I am dead.
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
One word can start a friendship,
One kiss a love affair,
One smile can bring you
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
