It's my favorite day of the year,
the most awaited one.
Oh no, not my birthdate
but my Savior's.
Ber-months.
It's getting colder,cooler and wonderful.
Seeing those christmas lights
hearing christmas songs in day and night.
Then the day has come,
dressed in red waiting for the time for the gifts to be opened
while waiting, pick some foods and fruits prepared by parents
some were from dearest friends.
Hope family's complete but it's okay,we're good at skyping while celebrating.
Eyes closed praying and saying amen.
Then gifts are ready to open
both adults and kids looks so eager,excited to see whats for him and her.
We're celebrating not because the world calls it the special holiday.
But,
Celebrating because it's our Savior's birthday!
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Unspoken Words
Poetryrandom poems about random things from a random girl. x (currently editing)