Merry Christmas to you, for you today as you remember yesterday I remember it well, for you to feel that there is a world pretending to yourself that even shine in your eyes I hope, is for you my Christmas a gift without cost or strings only letters to you that maybe shed a tear when the time and not see someone at your side, for you to feel that you loved is gone, for you to remember the sweet grandmother or your breast, for you that maybe miss them a love for you to feel sad because you drown the beautiful memories for you cry even though love is my poem for you my embrace, I'll give you a touch of my madness yesterday morning a , a fantasy Christmas time and maybe a lock me in the bathroom like you, to avoid suspicion of tears hidden from those that are short but profound hurry, perhaps surprised that perhaps I have no hurt but I dry the face, sonriere is a new year comes Christmas morning open beyond love pain always open