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SWETA LEENA PANDA

(15th June 1991 / Bhubaneswar)

Merry Christmas


It's time to give praises to God,
Let us sing together in one chord,

For Christmas has come after a year,
Christmas comes now, at last,
Christmas comes, like in the past,
Christmas comes after such a long wait,

Christmas comes and it will be great
Christmas is all about giving,
Christmas is all about love,
Christmas is all about peace,

Christmas is all about joy,
Closing my eyes & dreaming of a White Christmas,
Forgetting the world around me, minding my own business.

Listening to the lovely sound of
Christmas songs around me,

Singing and dancing to the brilliant
melody.

Watching the beautiful & divine
snowfall outside,
May the sadness and gloom in your life be replaced,
with never ending happiness and cheer
Smile my dear, for the season of Christmas has finally arrived here
Lets show our love to everyone, near and dear

Submitted: Monday, January 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, January 07, 2013

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