Treasure Island

Gabrille Achtermann

(April 14,1997 / Abinton Memorial Hospital)

Christmas Day


Christmas day is the time of miracles
So spend with the ones you love most
And sit down, relax and then eat some holiday toast
Sit by the fire, look out the window and dream
Relax, Have Fun dream big, Dream Proud

And remember to be very, very proudly loud
Christmas Day is the time for holiday cheer
And that Christmas Eve listen for the reindeer
They'll be waiting for you, you know the presents
from the Jolly old saint himself Mr. Santa Claus

rejoice to the world with all of the miracles of the Christmas Day

Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, January 04, 2012

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