Baby, It's Christmas, Christmas is here
When it's cold outside, you hold me near
Kisses and Eskimo nose to nose,
You stoke my fire with an Intense glow
You whisper sweet nothings to me
You are always where I want to be
You loose my chains and set me free.
You are my calm and stormy sea
You make me feel good when I'm forlorn
When you smile at me, I forget my scorn
When I'm stressed out and tightly wound,
You loose me up and make my world-go-round
Many times through the many days
you will always be my craze.
-christmas poem for my wife - it was on her list -
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