• Christmas...

    Its time its time
    to make up books and rhymes
    about that season we all know and love
    where every year
    we share kisses and hugs
    under a plant called mistletoe
    while we wait for the fat guy to scream Ho Ho Ho
    He comes down the chimney
    or threw the door
    where ever year
    we go to bed
    dreaming great dreams
    with little visions in our heads
    While we sleep away he comes and goes
    and every year the kids don't know
    when he goes back to his sleigh
    and takes off into the night
    he yells
    Merry Christmas to all
    and to all a good night..