Treasure Island

cris son.

(july 29th / 1993 / pei)

christmas


when christmas comes
you make a list
about 50 feet
or more long
but on that list
is there something you forgot?

your family comes down
to celebrate this one special day
you don't care
you charge for the presants
as if nobody's there
is that what christmas really means?

what you do
on christmas day
is all wrong
i'm sorry to say

christmas...
is about peace on earth
let all the racism be gone
from all your hearts and souls

christmas is a time
to celebrate
family and friends
and to have love
pass down
to the next
generation
so next time
when christmas comes around
remember this one thing

christmas is a time
to be with your friends
family
and loved ones
letting go of the past
and have peace in your heart
not anger or hate
to stop all the
racisiems and war
that just won't go away

christmas is a special time
that only comes once a year
so this christmas
don't run to the presants
but run to...
the people you love




by: cris son.
age: 15

Submitted: Thursday, July 02, 2009
Edited: Sunday, February 17, 2013
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