the night is as cold as icewithout the mittens and the socks
the carols are dead without the beat
no one listens it just reminds them of the heat
it is boiling hot on Christmas
the empty stomachs are churning fast
no food on the table, bare noche buenas
recession robbed, jobs shipped and gone
long lines of idled, unemployed hands
hordes of heavy hearts and broken gasps
big quiet homes, foreclosed and trashed
gardens dying no one to watch
where is the light of the lanterns tonight
where is the twinkle and shine of the stars
where is Santa, it's twelve midnight
his reindeers lost and passed the house
the spirit of Christmas is hard to find
it is dim around as darkness danced
only two lanterns that's left to shine
but miracle do happen, God is good at that
your neighbor's out with sacks of rice
your friend is here with fish and lamb
your brother is knocking with bundles and bags
of goodies you've never expect for it's more than enough
the spirit of Christmas saved with lots of love
the spirit of Christmas found and it's here at last...
tomorrow is the immaculate conception, a holiday of obligation and also my brod's b-day. HAPPY B-DAY and may you have many, many more b-days to come, muwah! i love you! i am blessed to have one brod like you and i meant that :) enjoy your special day :> the image used is from the world wide web, thanks to you who owns it. a pretty shot :)
