It is the holiday season
where rhyme has no reason,
and presents are under the tree.
My wishes are few,
I only want you.
Christmas would be everyday,
celebrated in every way,
and you would be in my arms.
There is not much to say,
every minute every day.
That is my lifes’ scheme,
my Christmas dream,
of all that want to do.
My dear, my only wish is you.
