Silently they race
In the dark Christmas night
The golden candle lit windows dim in the distance
The happy parents smiling gratefully
As they pack the freshly delivered presents under
The newly decorated Christmas tree
Wings scattering the falling snow
As it rests on the still forest below
Swooping low, tightly holding
Their lovingly wrapped Christmas presents
The unsuspecting children
Smiling, snug and sound asleep dreaming of Christmas
Twit twoo twit twoo they call as the last present
Is packed tightly under the Christmas tree
The light rises, the small eyes open
Christmas is upon us
Nadolig Llawen
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Silently they race
In the dark Christmas night
The golden candle lit windows dim in the distance
The happy parents smiling gratefully
As they pack the freshly delivered presents under
The newly decorated Christmas tree
Wings scattering the falling snow
As it rests on the still forest below
Swooping low, tightly holding
Their lovingly wrapped Christmas presents
The unsuspecting children
Smiling, snug and sound asleep dreaming of Christmas
Twit twoo twit twoo they call as the last present
Is packed tightly under the Christmas tree
The light rises, the small eyes open
Christmas is upon us
Nadolig Llawen
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