A Christmas poem
Halls full of holly,
sounds of joy.
A day so holy,
no one can destroy.
It comes and goes like a snap of a finger,
but it brings to the earth a spirit anew.
Christmas oh christmas,
birthday of Jesus.
Celebrated by black and white,
by young and old,
by rich and poor.
It is better remembered,
than any other birthday.
For salvation the earth recieved,
on that fateful christmas day.
ps:I am sorry if I have anyone's feelings in this poem.
1 comment:
nice poem!
btw why DEVIL jin?
haha.
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