sunnuntai 22. joulukuuta 2013

Christmas comes

Christmas comes
elf quietly knocking on the door.
Gift bag on the back
Christmas hat with his eyes.
On the nose there is a large callus,
chin beard flutters.
A strong sneeze,
Christmas spirit a good time, not.

Once the elf scared,
I still remember it.
I was five years,
tiny girl, I mean.

I believed in Santa Claus when
Christmas was the last time
magic in the air was a childhood.
The buck finally disappeared,
I think it might be how the child?

I believe in angels yet,
I come across them sleep on the road.
Protect their children,
stroking her hair with gold.

My ears still ringing singing angel.
The brightest melodies, I hear Christmas music.

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