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
Hey Corey, good to see you. Happy happy, all that ~
ReplyDeleteThe thrills and spills of Christmas morning are best seen from the vantage point of youth. Thanks for playing, Corey and a very merry Christmas to you and yours.
ReplyDeleteit really does. is that a bike or are you just happy to see me this Christmas morning?
ReplyDeletexoxox & enjoy!!