I'll put milk and cookies by the tree
just so Santa can hear my plea...
Carefree of the outside world
Holly spread around the table...
How much presents could Santa stuff in his sack if...
Morial: That santa is very sack-i-liouses...
I take my warm soft covers off
flip cold toes into my purple slippers...
Here's a poem
Written from my heart...
There's only one thing I want
For this special holiday...
The sun was hot but warm,
It melted our hearts like singing a song...
Christmas joy begins with care
presents don't matter its your family who's there...
The Christmas feeling has hit the air
Now is the time to give if you have a little extra...
But hark! His heart so weakened was by age,
that soon it failed, writing thus Jack's last...
And so, in th'rainy morn of Christmas day
this Jack went out to walk, wasting away...
In London lived a lonely man named Jack,
whose eyes were painted gracefully with black...