I love Christmas.
On Christmas morning I always think of the people west of us who haven't yet awoken and are still having visions of sugar plums.
I love Christmas.
On Christmas morning I always think of the people west of us who haven't yet awoken and are still having visions of sugar plums.
The holly's up, the house is all bright, The tree is ready, the candles alight; Rejoice and be glad, all children tonight.
Yay! Santa!!
The holly's up, the house is all bright, The tree is ready, the candles alight; Rejoice and be glad, all children tonight.
What can I add to that but...
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas perhaps, means a little bit more!"
I soo love christmas