I can smell Christmas - deep sweet aroma,
My neighbour chicken in hand and a wide
busy smile.
I can perceive Christmas with young innocent ones
looking radiant in their new hair styles, new looks,
and happy free smiles.
I can look at the joy of Christmas - she baking flour,
Under a deem grey moon, other voices singing and,
laughter escaping with freedom tunes.
I see Christmas - My neighbour’s pots screaming
silently under the scorching woods, while the oil
mellow down for some fries...
It`s going to be Christmas - anticipation visible on
many merry faces, thoughts now in line with the,
dress of joy as many wishes pass through the minds..
My neighbour chicken in hand and a wide
busy smile.
I can perceive Christmas with young innocent ones
looking radiant in their new hair styles, new looks,
and happy free smiles.
I can look at the joy of Christmas - she baking flour,
Under a deem grey moon, other voices singing and,
laughter escaping with freedom tunes.
I see Christmas - My neighbour’s pots screaming
silently under the scorching woods, while the oil
mellow down for some fries...
It`s going to be Christmas - anticipation visible on
many merry faces, thoughts now in line with the,
dress of joy as many wishes pass through the minds..
Copyright © 2004 Ahmed Dodo
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