Christmas Eve Poem by Tony Md

As the sun slowly grows to gray,
snowflakes and hillstones begin to fall.
Up a hill, and across the mountain side in a deep blue bay,
the fading sun shines like an orange light-ball...

Brightly and unveil poeples faces are,
their smiles shot up the sky like mables.
laughter dwells in every whisper,
O, a river of giving swerves with ripples...

'Tis a season which blooms from time to time,
yet, it lives much joy and happines.
'Tis an eve with soverign starlight prime,
yet, it lives in our souls much brightness.
It's christmas eve..