Jack Frost

Winter dances,

swooshes and swishes,

blinding wind and snow.

 

A child speaks plainly

To mother, father, grandparents;

Dear Santa; the letters flow;

Dear Jesus, the prayers go.

 

Who will answer,

Who could possible know

Who will answer,

Who could possibly know

Frozen Christmas wishes…

 

What is in your heart ,

when winter dances,

swooshes and swishes

blinding wind and snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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