Now colored lights throw vibrant sprites
In arcs around the trees
The burning wicks of candlesticks
Bow low before the breeze
The powdered snow and mistletoe
Contribute to the cheer:
And young and old don't mind the cold
For Christmas-time is near.
Now stockings grace the fireplace
And children wait with glee
For soon, they know, the space below
Their decorated tree
Will fill with stuff – oh, soon enough
Their presents will appear –
For by the laws of Santa Claus,
Their Christmas-time is near.
Now eggnog flows, and winter blows
Its fury o'er the hills
We warm our hands and dream of lands
Outside the windowsills.
The sound
Its time to get rid of this. I suppose. especially since it reminds me of how much I used to love to draw. and one day hoped to be an artist. -to be admired and idealized. to be the best.-
i havent given up on being an artist -of some sorts- completely, just on drawing. maybe not even for forever.
Right now my focus is on photography.poetry. and writing. i even have another account.
i know this isnt a surprise or anything. it was quite expected. so goodbye. :] again.