A Christmas Poem Doesn't Have to Rhyme
The trees are blowin'
and the wind is spinnin'
the snow covers everything
it is white, white, white.
It's a white, white world
decoratin' all
the colorful lights at night
and we'll wake up early in the morning.
The wind will bring joy
it will bring joy through the air
the little girl will sleep after Christmas
in her mother's bedroom.
We'll eat very well
pancakes and pies
our teeth is gonna have to go
to the dentist.
Our tummies are gonna go to the couch
to take a little nappy.
The trees are blowin'
and the wind is spinnin'
the snow covers everything
it is white, white, white.
It's a white, white world
decoratin' all
the colorful lights at night
and we'll wake up early in the morning.
The wind will bring joy
it will bring joy through the air
the little girl will sleep after Christmas
in her mother's bedroom.
We'll eat very well
pancakes and pies
our teeth is gonna have to go
to the dentist.
Our tummies are gonna go to the couch
to take a little nappy.
