The joyous wind whistles coolest morning,

Invade unto the day it started shining.
The scent of its breeze never keeps pining,
Christmas is not a pining shining morning.

There is a feeling that keeps bothering,
I just want to keep on sleeping.
I want to be awake to keep spinning,
Christmas keeps spinning bothering my sleeping.

Christmas in not a pining shining morning,
Christmas keeps spinning bothering my sleeping.
Gone are those days I kept on hating,
This is the time I must keep on loving.

Give love on Christmas day,
Christmas is love. Love’s not pay.
The morning is cold, yet love is warm,
Christmas is a feeling, a dearest charm.

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Merry Christmas!!!