With thoughts to still christmas mornings
with crisp of air and heart of tongue
a battle with ice, snowballs sound fun
the cheery fellow robin nurturing the misty sun
unknown tracks lay path ahead
through a magical woodland
or mereside instead
with every card sent a piece of ones heart
and with every toast and every sip
a thought of cherish , companionship a love lost or friend
but just remember with a mind of peace
for this christmas should be nothing more
than a relaxed, content treat
for you and any other you should happen to meet.
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 7:24 PM UTC
With thoughts to still christmas mornings
with crisp of air and heart of tongue
a battle with ice, snowballs sound fun
the cheery fellow robin nurturing the misty sun
unknown tracks lay path ahead
through a magical woodland
or mereside instead
with every card sent a piece of ones heart
and with every toast and every sip
a thought of cherish , companionship a love lost or friend
but just remember with a mind of peace
for this christmas should be nothing more
than a relaxed, content treat
for you and any other you should happen to meet.
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