Twas the night before Christmas,
And all that I see.
A life of presents
For all who are free.

Free of pains,
Free of strife.
Free to live,
Free for life.

Free to behold,
Free to begin.
Free to love,
Free to win.

Free to accept,
Free to hold.
Free to carry,
Free to behold.

Now that I see,
The gifts I am given,
Come with me now,
To the land of the livin’

Live in the present,
Not of the past.
Christmas of old,
Forever will last.

Last night I dreamed,
Of stories of old,
Tonight I can hear,
The stories I’m told.

If you have heard,
Of Jolly Saint Nick,
Listen my friends,
Sit down here quick.

He climbs down the chimney,
Quicker than lightning.
Covered in red
He can be frightening.

Scared you may be,
As he gives a holler.
Friendly is he,
He’s even taller.

Tall as a tree,
Small as a mouse.
He will get in,
Into your house.

Jolly Saint Nick,
Warms by the fire
Leaves all the presents,
Children desire.

When he is done
Filling the trees,
He gobbles the cookies,
And milk that he sees.

Jolly Saint Nick,
Has his own reason.
Gifts that he gives,
Now is the season.

What will you give,
To see people smile.
Will you give love,
Or walk for a mile?

I do not know,
I can not see,
Love that you share,
Under the tree.

I can feel love,
That you han old.
Presents like that,
Are better than gold.

If you’re like me,
And wish with desire,
Give them your love,
That burns like a fire.

I can hear now,
A Jolly Saint Nick.
He bellows with love,
And hugs that are quick.

So if you are free,
Like Jolly Saint Nick,
Give me a hug,
And please make it quick.

Hugs are still free,
To friends hear my call,
This is my present,
To friends one and all.


{{{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}}

Nice

Good One...

Very nice...Merry Christmas

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From my home to yours