本帖最后由 monaleesa 于 2018-12-2 11:07 编辑
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A good time is coming,I wish it were here,
The very best time in the whole year;
I'm counting each day on my fingers and thumbs--
the weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,
I'll not mind the cold,though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the times nearer when Santa Claus comes.
When the winter snowflake is dragging falls gently when the dark night,
I have heard the Christmas ting which flutters from the distant place.
when old sisters cuts piece of light green Chinese olive leaf pastes when mine window glass,
I smell spring's breath,in the pit of the stomach have surged the warm feeling which loves.
when friend mind's hutcannot lock in the candlelight finally,
after thick window blind,when passes light,
I am out of control to praise the grace of salvation which I advocate.
the Christmas a night of sky,the twinkle star,
silver white world is flowing an ancient song:
Christmas Eve,Saint friendly night.