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Christmas in the Mind of a Kid

 Christmas in the Mind of a Kid

Pt. 1

A bitterly cold night with shivering;
A blanket of smoky fog, 
People sinking in quilts ||
But somewhere far away; 
A little girl with satiny black eyes, 
And beautiful curls; 
Sitting in the corner,  
With a bunch of dreams,
Looks far beyond the clouds 
With her little eyes filled with hope || 
Santa is about to arrive!
Her eyes lit up! 
Her sparkling eyes speak up her heart; All her wishes will be fulfilled ||
A twinkling star in the dark night, 
Seems to be an angel for her. 
Christmas Eve fills her with dreams of gifts below her pillow;
She wakes up even before the Sun shines out its glorious golden light ||
Won't let anyone even touch her gifts! 

What Christmas is? It's just happiness like a shining star in the darkest nights. 

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