#reindeers
Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.
Santa had another noted name,
He was a simple man
Called Nicholas living for no fame.
He was a Christian.
His parents died, when he was still young,
In a village of Greece.
Thinking of Jesus, his thoughts he strung
To help poor kids in peace.
Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.
Under Diocletian he became
A Bishop in mission.
He was imprisoned, and put to shame.
He changed the tradition.
In time, St. Nicholas' life and deeds
Have become a story.
He was a helper of those in needs,
A man in the glory.
Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.
Nicholas became Dutch Sinter Klass,
But children changed his name.
The Bishop's red cloak changed with time's glass
In cloths for Santa's fame.
On that day, kids wait for him to come
In spirit of giving,
The Christmas tree looks no longer glum
And it looks like living.
Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.
Down the chimney comes Papa Noel
Quite slipping and sliding.
From his sky with reindeers and sleigh bells
Just gnashing and gliding.
Spreading stardust glittering at night
He brings presents for kids,
They pray and sing in the Divine Light.
Then, to sky his sleigh skids.
Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Christmas lights,
Crystal snow.
Always so bright,
Always unknown.
Beautiful snow,
Arching mistletoe.
Wishes to blow,
Love can only grow.
Hanging plant,
Meeting place.
No more rants,
Only your face.
Take me in,
Pull me close.
Touch the brim,
Brushing my nose.
Only lasts seconds,
But lasts forever.
We don’t mind,
The chilly weathers.
Smoke of magic,
As you talk smoothly.
Don’t know what happened,
Just felt so soothing.
No flying reindeers,
No crimson sleighs.
Don’t need to see magic,
It lies within us, forever to stay.
Crackling wood,
Endless warmth.
You know I would,
Make you adored.
Nature’s winterhold,
Brisk cold breeze.
When you are cold,
I’ll be the one to freeze.
You need warmth,
I need humility.
Treasure of lore,
Gifts of opportunity.
Taking my breath away,
I can’t even recall the words to say,
Telling you’re perfect,
Endless fate, still worth it.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC