Christmas

Christmas is coming,
With a pack of gift,
It is the time when Santa Claus shift,
He brings gift,
He brings joy,
As we love his toy

Christmas is coming,
With a whitish snow,
Which is flown with a blow.
Kids , Old and young,
Celebrate Christmas with a song.

I love Christmas,
I love Christmas,
White snow covers green grass.

Sun is not so hot,
Mother don't cook food in that boring pot,
Because its time for cake,
Which I have to bake.
           

       By Caesar Borgia