Memories of the knew to the Plains of Africa I spar only the Times,
in Ages it is the Lands Mass to know of those conversations,
the creeks that fill with breaking ice sheet to Mankind at the rise of an oh Shin!!
My the goodness of shoulders of burden on spring,
to winter it is the day's of what is a season to sum myrrh,
the frank in sense just marches on word for word,
to say to the night that Christmas Eve is absolute on love!!
The elephant in this is the tall Mountain claim to desire,
shall the stones to cobble make road and healing,
than it is the Santa Claus of more than this note of cookies.
Remembering the shale I prowess touching teak to oak a branch of mistletoe,
my grace telling on the door of knock,
sake is the theme and roads are of that street of stretching the dime as a phoning.
Number reach on this grip romances only Man kind,
discussion of fresh air and being of future fun,
should this ear of corn be on the field than may the Plains of reality be your guiding light.
To my steady of birthed might your date envelop loving sights,
may this Christmas eve be that grained,
in howl lean hug no fear as the whether out side is indeed frightful.
Today is the 24th of Christmas month to day of the treasure gay,
hosting you in long distance I love the fact that you had smiling grins,
the present each math spreads such ribbons and bows,
the wrapping paper with ornaments to cheer,
and yet now adult it is better to wish you a delightful eggnog welling Ton!!
As name by Santa is of the North Pole,
sleigh and reindeer are shows of wonder land,
not really as I know the for gratitude is in your every style of address,
the door to the dinner with soup,
an incredible main course with the desert to Custard?,
no,
you must be in the read,
you're special Feat is to be of always a Strength,
loving.
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