Her Soft Skin As Pale As a Winter Rose Yet Her Cheeks Are Pink With Warmth. What Was Thought Dead Is Alive and Breathing. Hidden In Her Forest Watching Over It With Her Breathes That Remain. All Is Quite But As Her Days Are Still Numbered The Mystical Creatures of The Forest are in a Fuss For Without Their Queen, They Cannot Survive She is Their Live Line and She Goes By a Name a Name That has Been Whispered Through the Ages Mother Nature the Mother of Earth, a women who, Even Though Blind Has The Ability to Make Things So Beautiful Its Quite Sad I Believe To Know That These Beautiful Things Will Never Be Seen By Their Creator.
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth,
My two front teeth, see my two front teeth.
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth,
Then I could wish you "Merry Christmas."
It seems so long since I could say,
"Sister Susie sitting on a thistle."
Gosh, oh gee, how happy I'd be
If I could only whistle.
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth,
My two front teeth, see my two front teeth
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth,
Then I could wish you "Merry Christmas."
