We need those days
When so much special warmth
Glows and flows
Through our bodies.
We talk happily
In merry glee
Like when the magic of a snowy
Christmas morning is a month away.
There's nothing like it.
It is what we make of it.
It is what we think of it.
And what we feel from it.
So very personal.
Beautiful times
Soothe the soul
And whisper to the heart.
They touch the heart
Like a new baby
Touching mum's lips
For the first time.
Cherish the times.
Make of them
What you wish of them.
They are times of bliss.
They are part of you.
And they are in all
For you to feel.
For others to discover.