joi, 13 decembrie 2012

Poem for Sf Nicholas

Every year , we make our boots
We look on the window and we have different moods
We exepect our gifts
And we observe boots`rifts

A lot of snowflakes fall slowly
In this night wich is holy
Everywhere is only white
And the sky is full of light
 
 
 Tha Sandman  is coming...
 And I get numbing
 `` Kid , sleep tight,
  Don`t let the bed bugs bite!``
 
 
 
 In the morning , when I get up
               I look  at the presents from Sf Nicholas,
         Oh my God I received a toy bus!``
   A lot of sweets and a  little stick
                                              This  event is really magic!                                           
                                                 
                                                
                                               
                                                  




   

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