𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟...
In the quiet of the night, as snow softly fell,
A jolly figure appeared, a tale to tell.
His eyes twinkled with mischief, his cheeks rosy red,
With a hearty laugh, he approached the homestead.
His sack full of wonders, gifts for young and old,
Bringing joy and wonder, his stories untold.
Though doubts may linger, and worries may rise,
In his presence, all troubles seem to disguise.
For in that moment, laughter fills the air,
And hearts are lifted from burdens they bear.
So I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself,
For his spirit of kindness, the greatest of wealth.
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ONE SHOTS - to the moon and back
Poetry❝ Under the moon's gentle glow, I'd journey beyond the stars and back, just to feel your touch again.❞ ─── .｡*.:｡✧*.｡☽*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡─── Perched upon the window sill, you gaze into the deepening twilight. A smile unfurls across your face as you marvel...
