Could be the coming of the season's man in red As I greet the morning, no need to pull on a cap. Early morning black, the season took the green. Someone lit the morning lawn with many lights Made from the street illumination twinkle, Seeing that I ask the sleepy legs to move. Early walking, the sparkles wear no cap So early up, there's not; although the lawn was green Just so short ago, green in the sun's light The ordered blades so green, and n'er a twinkle, Dear life so divine took me to see and move Upon day's re-emergent signals from the man in red. Putting on my cap and vest, I remember there ain't much green I march to the shoppe, the man who fills a bag so light. Without the tempest of torn wrap we lose the twinkle, But it's a tradition of the calendar we should not move, We need the jolly elf in a white land to show us red, And this time I can get a best pal a big knit cap. Can we gift all the pals in lands of differing light? We follow a pledge of ancient wise who once saw a twinkle In the sky that wasn't a before or aft, that caused them to move To the light of night through the days sun of red Which threw light on their father's word put in their cap, They bore gems and gold, a wish, smells fragrant green. On our wonder-rock I feel I share a Magi twinkle Although that sapphire by time did move. Headed home aft dark some houses decorated red Electric, green and all, I feel cold and snuggle cap Down on a buzzy chill, as the traffic light turns green, To inspect the good's cheer in incandescent light. I melt some snowflakes off my clothes and face, make move Indoors, the shoppe lady wrapped the things in green and red. The eve of Christmas action is the season's cap - Next morning calm adornments on tree of green Come to eye in another bright yet stilled light, Odd how on top - brass angel star on top gave a twinkle.
Reason for writing:
Hey!!! It's Christmas!!!
Birth sign: Aries
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