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On window panes, the icy frostLeaves feathered patterns, crissed & crossed,But in our house the christmas treeIs decorated festivelyWith tiny dots of colored lightThat cozy up this winter night.Christmas songs, familiar, slow,Play softly on the radio.Pops and hisses from the firewhistle with the bells and choir.My tiger is now fast asleepon his back and dreaming deep.When the fire makes him hot,he turns to warm whatever’s not.Propped against him on the rug,I give my friend a gently hug.Tomorrow’s what I’m waiting for,But I can wait a little more

On window panes, the icy frost
Leaves feathered patterns, crissed & crossed,
But in our house the christmas tree
Is decorated festively
With tiny dots of colored light
That cozy up this winter night.
Christmas songs, familiar, slow,
Play softly on the radio.
Pops and hisses from the fire
whistle with the bells and choir.
My tiger is now fast asleep
on his back and dreaming deep.
When the fire makes him hot,
he turns to warm whatever’s not.
Propped against him on the rug,
I give my friend a gently hug.
Tomorrow’s what I’m waiting for,
But I can wait a little more


gingerhaze: Happy Holidays from the Broship of the Ring! click for full size

gingerhaze:

Happy Holidays from the Broship of the Ring! click for full size