Why Do We Love Christmas on the 24 -- Not Your Female Model kind Of Gift
Red green and gold
we start our words with colors we adore
why we love this day so much?
can you tell me dear Santa Clause?
memories and feelings of long ago
come to us through mitochondria and cells of love
Sunday church reminds to be good
and since we were kids that seemed so true!
Gathering with our beloved ones
remembering the gone ones
rejoicing to tunes that keep coming
not time for sadness in fragmented timing
peace on earth to the fellow man
feeling like kids praising this son of our Lord
waiting for the gifts that will come for sure
sharing heart beats and laughter galore
hope this creation is not flagged duplicate
was written with a heart that do not discriminate
nice chicken mom, nice ride beloved dad
we all are having the best feelings of our times
A prayer for the ones that left
sure they are here next to us
see the goosebumps after reading this?
is the feeling that we always missed
not matter how cold is outside
we are having fun on this twenty four
warmest hearts opening to all
many babies born after nine months!
Whats the funny?..were you born on September?
time to ask the Grinch, he might remember
I was close, just made it here on November
I guess dad and mom waited until Valentine's
Why do we love still this day?
you tell me dear friend is the only day
that we forget things that made its claim
embracing an enemy on the hills of Easter lands
being thankful for this mind of ours
sharing our words with no end
Coming home and finding a friend
who crying..thanked us for the memory lane...!
Merry Christmas to all!
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