The Mittens Are Red
"Maam, once more with clarity,"...
I don't want glittering dime
Nor shimmering jewel that glitters like his eyes...
Like change in every season,
The unpredictable ways of life...
In a country you stand
Where there's a language...
There is so many things i want for Christmas
a digital camera and an i-pod...
As we look back to distant September
We never cease to miss the nearing December...
Family and friends, tears are for the sad
My dear uncle left to be with the Lord and for...
There's no snow on the ground
the sun's blazing hot...
If I only given by God a chance
To look back the past...
The frozen mists of winter's touch
Rise and drift over fields and clutch...
The snow falls, white and brisk,
creates a soft blanket in the night...
A spoonful of friendship
A teaspoon of worship...