Prettier Then Christmas
Love comes at the best time of the year filled with joy and cheer.
I don't know if it was Santa,who sent her love to me,in a red and silver bow,beneath my Christmas tree.Perhaps it was an angel,Mary, Jesus, or a saint,who colored my gray world,in gold and silver paint.Could it be a friend or loved one,who resides high in the sky,who knew what I was missing,when they heard me cry?In the end it doesn't matter,for love is all we need,and she's a gift from heaven,in spirit, word, and deed.No...