A season to cherish the stars in the skies.
As the cool breeze blows, and lights glimmer in your eyes.
The season to share some milk tea with ice.
But for you, I'll give a nice surprise.
I can't afford fancy bouquets.
Or the fancy clothes and bags on display.
I just really hope and pray.
That even without those, you'll be here to stay.
All of your gifts, just set aside.
Even the mistletoe, to the ceiling where it's tied.
Because my only wish this season of yuletide,
Is just be happy by your side.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
A season to cherish the stars in the skies.
As the cool breeze blows, and lights glimmer in your eyes.
The season to share some milk tea with ice.
But for you, I'll give a nice surprise.
I can't afford fancy bouquets.
Or the fancy clothes and bags on display.
I just really hope and pray.
That even without those, you'll be here to stay.
All of your gifts, just set aside.
Even the mistletoe, to the ceiling where it's tied.
Because my only wish this season of yuletide,
Is just be happy by your side.
Merry Christmas! :)
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