'Twas the night before christmas and all through the house, A mother was bitching, and i think even the mouse. No one felt fine, and no one had smiles. What the ********, it seems as if christmas is years past and long gone. For the christmas spirite has left along with the older sister.
I think it might be the world, that feels all the same. It doesnt feel at all like Christmas, its just not the same.
When we were younger we couldnt sleep. If we did, we'de dream up of persants of what might santa had brought. And dream of the sweets that he might also put out.
But the younger days have withered... And now it doesn't feel the same. But at lest we have thoughs old memeroires. Which make us al the same.
It may not be a holly jolly one, nor the grandest Merry one. But its for our younger times in us that stays.
Merry Christmas everyone
I think it might be the world, that feels all the same. It doesnt feel at all like Christmas, its just not the same.
When we were younger we couldnt sleep. If we did, we'de dream up of persants of what might santa had brought. And dream of the sweets that he might also put out.
But the younger days have withered... And now it doesn't feel the same. But at lest we have thoughs old memeroires. Which make us al the same.
It may not be a holly jolly one, nor the grandest Merry one. But its for our younger times in us that stays.
Merry Christmas everyone
