Friday, December 26, 2003
Merry Xmas....
The Moon tonight shines with undaunted fervour,
As the folk across the land dance with ceaseless vigor.
The sparkles along the streetlights seem to come alive,
The Air is pierced by the resounding joy like knives.
This is the Atmosphere of Christmas.
I stop for a breath, hanging by a moment.
Engulfed by the fireflies of the night they torment,
Every Minute a dizzying ecstasy of colours,
The spirit of Christmas caught in reverie's stupor.
This is the Splendour of Christmas.
The soft descent of the crisp blue rain,
Falls everywhere, on my face, on many a window pane.
I run my finger through a snow covered window,
The ice tickles my bare skin as I plough.
This is the Weather of Christmas.
A choir Sings with resonating grace,
Children can be seen with a merry smile on their face.
Gifts are exchanged in an age-old tradition,
An exchangement which does not practice any segregation.
Age nor status differs one not,
Only the true value of one's thought.
This is the Joy of Christmas.
The halls of churches are filled with believers,
A celebration of life, the birth of Baby Jesus.
Its meaning is the true existance of Christmas,
Not about all the Santas,Rudolfs and Santarinas.
This is the true meaning of Christmas.
Once more I find myself standing alone gazing into space,
The dimmed lights feel my mood as if it were my face.
Couples cuddle up as the coldness of the night sets in,
A lover's playground, the harshness of reality pierces my skin.
But still a lone mistletoe hangs in front of me,
A remnant that theres more to be...
Christmas, A time to remember loved ones which touched our hearts,
Is this the True Spirit Of Christmas?
The Moon tonight shines with undaunted fervour,
As the folk across the land dance with ceaseless vigor.
The sparkles along the streetlights seem to come alive,
The Air is pierced by the resounding joy like knives.
This is the Atmosphere of Christmas.
I stop for a breath, hanging by a moment.
Engulfed by the fireflies of the night they torment,
Every Minute a dizzying ecstasy of colours,
The spirit of Christmas caught in reverie's stupor.
This is the Splendour of Christmas.
The soft descent of the crisp blue rain,
Falls everywhere, on my face, on many a window pane.
I run my finger through a snow covered window,
The ice tickles my bare skin as I plough.
This is the Weather of Christmas.
A choir Sings with resonating grace,
Children can be seen with a merry smile on their face.
Gifts are exchanged in an age-old tradition,
An exchangement which does not practice any segregation.
Age nor status differs one not,
Only the true value of one's thought.
This is the Joy of Christmas.
The halls of churches are filled with believers,
A celebration of life, the birth of Baby Jesus.
Its meaning is the true existance of Christmas,
Not about all the Santas,Rudolfs and Santarinas.
This is the true meaning of Christmas.
Once more I find myself standing alone gazing into space,
The dimmed lights feel my mood as if it were my face.
Couples cuddle up as the coldness of the night sets in,
A lover's playground, the harshness of reality pierces my skin.
But still a lone mistletoe hangs in front of me,
A remnant that theres more to be...
Christmas, A time to remember loved ones which touched our hearts,
Is this the True Spirit Of Christmas?
Marcus "Marzipan" Tan last came on 12/26/2003 08:35:00 PM.