and wintry winds whip around.
Snug and happy in his nest,
He lies awake in the night,
Anticipating Santa’s flight.
With elf helpers and reindeer,
Santa spreads his Christmas cheer.
he dreams of a stocking full of nuts.
And when he awakens Christmas morn,
Old School Italian
Born to Write
"We make bitter better."
Irish History, Culture, Heritage, Language, Mythology
spare the crazy vocabulary, speak from your heart
Poetry, Prose, Photography
by Lize Bard
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
Exploring land recently released by ice (geologically speaking)