Here's to the season of giving,
Here's to the ones we love;
All in the spirit of living
for those we think the world of.
Oh, to takeout, gloat with vainglory
would be out of the seasonal spirit;
Let their eyes unfold the story
and in that, cherish and rever it.
the true beauty is not what they say,
but the gleem hidden in the eyes
moments that make that day
when you see their brows rise.
Upon opening their presented gift,
cherish it, cradle it, treasured with care;
never ever look even a little miffed
that is something no one should dare.
Here's to the ones we love;
All in the spirit of living
for those we think the world of.
Oh, to takeout, gloat with vainglory
would be out of the seasonal spirit;
Let their eyes unfold the story
and in that, cherish and rever it.
the true beauty is not what they say,
but the gleem hidden in the eyes
moments that make that day
when you see their brows rise.
Upon opening their presented gift,
cherish it, cradle it, treasured with care;
never ever look even a little miffed
that is something no one should dare.