Eighth Day Of Christmas - A Poem

The hopes and fears of the year

All muffled within a sigh and a tear

I’ll share your burden if you will let me

You really don’t have to fight the feeling

I know your ups and downs ‘cause I know mine

Let me peel off your mask and you will find,

I can share your burden if you’ll let me

You really don’t have to fight the feeling.

‘Cause you go the long and winded road,

You don’t have a fighting chance alone.

I can be your red-nosed Rudolf

If you’ll be my Santa Claus.

We’ll ride up on ‘em cookies

And climb down our chimneys.

We’ll explore the skies

Cruising our sleigh drive

This Christmas season’ll be the starting point,

The golden gild on needlepoint,

‘Cause I’ll share your burden if you let me

You know you really, really, on the real

Shouldn’t ever have to fight the feeling.

Eneh