To all my friends and followers

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4505530/merry-christmas/

Synthetic pine tree stood inside the house
With cute and big presents below the tree's branches
Waiting there for the little childrens
To be open
And show them different surprises

Snow fell from the skies, temperature drops below freezing level
But the heart of the ones who celebrates, can feel warm in each corner
From the heart
Church bell rang
To remind people who celebrates Christmas Carol
That the devotion was about to start
With the priest telling story of how Christ was born

Little kids put on their favourite jacket, gloves and sleeves
Try not to neglect their health, protecting their body from sickness
Meeting with their buddies
Play anything with snow activities
Joyous heart, a big smile
With the sound of laughter
Days full of happines, all sorrows were covered

A deep dilemma I was in
Should I ask Santa for a reindeer or an ELF
Then a voice whispered
Why don't you ask for the courage to love yourself ?

I know you’ve seen many Christmas poems today,
And will in the days to come,
But mine will be different, I pray.

Amidst all of the gifts and presents,
Among the crowds of relatives and good food,
We cannot forget who is always in our presence.

God the Father and God the Son,
And God the Spirit, are present;
The Trinity, three in one.

Although the presents are fun,
And you realize your crazy uncle is actually kind of cool,
We have to leave time to remember the birth of God’s Son.

If not for him, we wouldn’t be here;
Without his birth in lowly Bethlehem,
All of the gifts and happiness would disappear.

So praise God this day
That God arranged the ****** birth;
Praise God every day
That He sent His son to Earth.

I'm writing a love letter to all the stars I've never seen. Blowing sweet nothings into your windmill hearts. A sickness in the bones with the way some of you make me work for it.  Rustic Blues in my toes. I want to be a list of further crossroads, because we're all chasing something glorious.You're no glowsticks or fireflies but the headlights of a speeding train and all I know is I am nothing without you.

I'll stand on the edge of the platform, and call you starlight.  

The writer's paradox: We only exist when we are read and I think I've found my mobius strip. Twinkle me stupid, New Year feels like I could do this all over again.

Nothing can help me
but that beauty

I still remember it was dawn
and
all what the moment did was
recreating love
which I always needed to do myself.