Oh, I don't believe in gods
Or in devils beneath my feet
I don't believe in Angels
Because men of gods don't need no wings
But I believe in my darling baby
She is my world and everything
Every time I think of my baby
I think just how lucky I can be
Before Christmas came in the morning
I put presents underneath the tree
Then I was awoken by a songbird
To my baby wrapped in pink
Come unwrap me baby
She looked at me with, pretty please
Nothing for Christmas could be better
Just my baby here with me
I know that this poem is stupid
I just cannot get myself to sleep
So now I'm writing poetry
With Elvis, Driving me crazy
I feel so poetic baby
I feel like rhyme
I think it's Elvis Christmas time
(12/25/2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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