waiting for the midnight bells tolls

The snow are falling from the angels' hands,
Filling the empty ground with white;
Luscious missletoes are dangling in the air,
Their sweet drops stain the joyous night.
Outside, children are pulling down the night winds,
Rejoice that Santa will soon fall from high,
Inside, adults are sipping cider by the luminous tree,
Chating about the lively streets and the happy shoppers.
The naked branches are swaying sadly alone
But hopeful to get their new leaves from St Nick.
The longing Milky way is glowing dimly,
Soon to dazzle like an orange sun at twelves.


 

Good one Tri Tran!!!