ChristmasChristmas is more than a day in December
It's all of those things that we love to remember.
Love was born at Christmas.
Its the magic and the love.
People come as guests
but stay as family.
Christmas is a light of knowledge.
Christmas is a power of God.
The streets are not lonely, cars are going slowly.
The angels are over me, christmas tree is front of me.
Sometimes I wish I were a santa.
Wish I had a pair of wings to fly from sky to sky
and throw presents to children and then say bye bye.
Poetry by Sid
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Written on 2008-12-29 at 12:48
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