Abigaile Housemans


Christmas


christmas list
and christmas wish
all apart of the christmas theme
without any of it its like there is no meaning
but im here to tell
im here to yell
that christmas is not all about you
christmas she get you in the spirit for what you need to do
help the poor
help the needy
help the ones that dont get this or that
help the ones that have that and this
christmas is not all about you
if i need to yell or scream
to tell you what christmas means
i will
i promise
because christmas is not all about me
its not all about you
just what you need to do

Submitted: Monday, December 11, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, December 08, 2010

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  • Ehiowoicho Abah (12/21/2011 11:03:00 PM)

    Scream all you want, dear. Rather than the wishes and the partying, Christmas is about giving. You nailed the message and the rhymes. (Report) Reply

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