Cool breezes hug me tight
Like how darkness engaged the sun
Lights all over the streets,
Sprinkling to my eyes
Every one seems so busy
Hanging stockings on their stairs
Making themselves believe in a lie
That soon Santa Claus will come
Behind those smiles in their faces
They are Blinded by the foolishness
Can't even see the genuine meaning
This season is birth of the Savior
Wake up dear child,
God has given you the present
Be merry and joyful this time
For this is the nativity of Christ.
2014
