Thy delicate whiteness, snow,
descends blithesomely into my heart
On the holy night the heart
rejoices in love, 'tis Christmas again.
From the sky softly is coming
a sweet spellbinding singing
saying "have faith you too
'tis Christmas, do not suffer anymore"
Last edited by Ligeia; 01-01-2012 at 06:25 PM.
"-Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity..."
"-Actually, I'm planning to threaten you."
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Evil plots don't just make themselves, you know!"