The 30 Seconds Before Christmas

Glowing, not flowing, hopefully it's snowing
Don't move a muscle in case that was the sound of bells

Soaring, not snoring, counting sheep is way to boring
I think the large package under the tree is a guitar or a bike

Laying, and praying, that my cousins are not staying
They always break my new stuff before I get a chance to play

Sleeping, dawn creeping, closed eyes prevent my peeping
Having to be awakened by my dad after an hour of sleep

Christmas comes when Christmas comes

We Tulips

First kiss, first Kiss song, first kiss off, first
These stretch marks, these tree rings, these giant hands
He, she, she, me, we, dancing
Getting life precisely right, combining ingredients