He loved Christmas
The cold, the sounds
How the smell of food passed
And trees weigh a thousand pounds
He smiled at the little children and the Santas
And waved at the moms
He paid his dues to the Church
And donated home made balms
He was a simple man
He loved to paint
He went home and smiled
His little home was very quaint
He went to the basement
Got out his brush and started to go
The body next to him was still
He loved the sight of blood on the snow
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
He loved Christmas
The cold, the sounds
How the smell of food passed
And trees weigh a thousand pounds
He smiled at the little children and the Santas
And waved at the moms
He paid his dues to the Church
And donated home made balms
He was a simple man
He loved to paint
He went home and smiled
His little home was very quaint
He went to the basement
Got out his brush and started to go
The body next to him was still
He loved the sight of blood on the snow
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