I love christmas its my favorite holiday. Every year i wait for my present from santa him self i hope i get a present this year.But presents don t matter because  the true meaning of christmas is to celebrate the lord.Gods birth.
                                               I  LOVE GOD!

Early Morning Christmas Tree


I.

on branches, ornaments hang

a bright morning

beside the green tree

presents below

pine needles above

This day has been decorated for us



II.

I wake up all sleepy on

cristmas day and see the green

glittering cristmas tree in the

early risen light present are stacked

under the tree for it is christmas

day

(C)ristmas is coming,
(H)elp those in need,
(R)ise, Oh, loving Savior,
(I)ndiviual angels, come,
(S)oldiers in thy name,
(T)ap on the door of cheer,
(M)erry Cristmas to
(A) loving Savior,
(S)inging joyful songs.

You annoy me
The shape of your face
You don't do your best
Your a daily disgrace
What is wrong with you?
Why can't you improve?
Everyone else is always
Always,
Waiting for you!
Your such an ugly ******
You've such an durnoid brain
How can you stand yourself?
Your creepy and insane
No one wants to be your friend
To get under that thick skin?
If they only knew what's in you
You'd be off to the loony bin
I hate to have to be with you
You deserve each and every hit
You stupid cunting *******
You nasty mlksop *****
Your never going to be enough
You were nothing from the start
There's nothing good about you
Just stay there in the dark
I don't want to be you
But I am within
I'm your self loathing
And I want to win

Where did you aquire this thing?
Whilst you were developing
Someone got acid
And slipped some right in
Back then you see
You had no choice
After all, who listens to a
A childs gentle voice?
And so your loathing did begin
That was safe
To keep it all in
Every slight and every dig
All those millions
Of unfair things
A compressed bottle
Lava red
Fit to bust inside your head
You know somewhere
"I don't deserve this!"
Your lost in the doldrums
Self hatred transfixed
An entire life of things unsaid
Sail over you each night in bed
You need to say what you need to say
To recover, you have to be brave
And give yourself a ******* break
To begin the task of bailing yourself out
While your cristmas card list shrinks
(Without a dought)
But in the cold light of one fine day
that wretched beast inside
Will shrink into it's grave
And die