Peter Daniel Phiri
All I Want For Christmas
Tick tick, my heart beats together with my watch,
Counting down the time, my spirit can't wait for a new year; for new joys and accomplishments.
I heard Santa is coming,
So I await here on my window panting and anticipating.
But you my love are my Christmas present,
For my mind turned into a thief and stole you into my dreams.
When you kissed me that night under the tree, you kissed not just my lips, but my soul also.
So touch not just my hand, but my heart also.
As the stars twinkle and my hands fiddle through the moist air, I await and can only hope.
I hope that Santa comes with lots of cheer like a shooting star but being Christ.
And I hope he will give me virginity for my soul and seal our tangled lives forever!
Through all this meandering of my soul, my hunger is for Christmas, for you and a new year.
So may Santa come to bless and usher us hand in hand into a new year?
For you are the only present I yearn for this Christmas!
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