😂😂😂 ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ As the Northeastern skies open up billowing snowflake Swirling and falling down like taking a trip upon your magic swirling ship where all my scenes has been stripped... While Manatees and Manawar are floating and swimming lethargically in the seas close to the oceans floor all the way to Belize 🇧🇿 oh say can you see... As Christma Eve is upon us like an Easter bonnet with all the frills upon it... As shadows fall across the land with the midnight hour close at hand as the midnight air tightens up the nights air with the aroma of chestnuts filling the midnight air... as they set roasting and mingling in the nights air like noble families mingled their bloodlines in the day... And as Chestnuts set patiently waiting like a nervous musician waiting in the wing for his or her's big debut with the overhead lights turned way down low like a solo you once knew when you wore a younger mens clothes... And suddenly, with a blink of an eye, they open up like the newest clubs were opening up back in the day NY NY... As they're sounding off with their ole to familiar sound of an Onomatopoeia of pop, pop, pop way above the chimney tops... As we hop on over to the annual Christma dance for a little night of romance where its love at first sight and love rose from circumstance beyond it's, control left us back in the fight... Once inside, we dance across a moon lit floor where their door knows no reprieve asmuchas the wreath hanging on their own front for the hole,world too, see... Do you believe me when I tell the this... Or would you say yeah right fat chance in hell as my retort would be then the ghost that howled around your house at night never keep you from your sleep may they all sleep tight down in hell tonight or where ever they maybe... THE END 😂 P.S. SORRY FOR THE MADNESS THOUGH MY MIND IS GOING AS MY CHRISTMAS WILL BE GLOWING AS ONE WITH THE NIGHT AS SHE'S KILLING ME IN THOSE TIGHT FITTING BLUE JEANS SHE WEARS NEXT YEAR... THE END 😂
Your words swirl like the snowflakes you describe, painting a vivid picture that dances between whimsy and nostalgia. From the sleepy manatees to the crackling chestnuts, and even the onomatopoeia of popping sounds, this feels like a wild jazz solo-a little chaotic, but deeply expressive and full of heart. Madness or not, it’s the kind of creative spark that lights up the holiday spirit in its own unique way. Here’s to glowing Christmases, swirling snows, and perhaps another year of blue jeans and lyrical musings. Cheers to your poetic brilliance and a merry holiday season ahead!!!!~~
😂😂😂 ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ As the Northeastern skies open up billowing snowflake Swirling and falling down like taking a trip upon your magic swirling ship where all my scenes has been stripped... While Manatees and Manawar are floating and swimming lethargically in the seas close to the oceans floor all the way to Belize 🇧🇿 oh say can you see... As Christma Eve is upon us like an Easter bonnet with all the frills upon it... As shadows fall across the land with the midnight hour close at hand as the midnight air tightens up the nights air with the aroma of chestnuts filling the midnight air... as they set roasting and mingling in the nights air like noble families mingled their bloodlines in the day... And as Chestnuts set patiently waiting like a nervous musician waiting in the wing for his or her's big debut with the overhead lights turned way down low like a solo you once knew when you wore a younger mens clothes... And suddenly, with a blink of an eye, they open up like the newest clubs were opening up back in the day NY NY... As they're sounding off with their ole to familiar sound of an Onomatopoeia of pop, pop, pop way above the chimney tops... As we hop on over to the annual Christma dance for a little night of romance where its love at first sight and love rose from circumstance beyond it's, control left us back in the fight... Once inside, we dance across a moon lit floor where their door knows no reprieve asmuchas the wreath hanging on their own front for the hole,world too, see... Do you believe me when I tell the this... Or would you say yeah right fat chance in hell as my retort would be then the ghost that howled around your house at night never keep you from your sleep may they all sleep tight down in hell tonight or where ever they maybe...
THE END 😂
P.S. SORRY FOR THE MADNESS THOUGH MY MIND IS GOING AS MY CHRISTMAS WILL BE GLOWING AS ONE WITH THE NIGHT AS SHE'S KILLING ME IN THOSE TIGHT FITTING BLUE JEANS SHE WEARS NEXT YEAR...
THE END 😂
Your words swirl like the snowflakes you describe, painting a vivid picture that dances between whimsy and nostalgia. From the sleepy manatees to the crackling chestnuts, and even the onomatopoeia of popping sounds, this feels like a wild jazz solo-a little chaotic, but deeply expressive and full of heart. Madness or not, it’s the kind of creative spark that lights up the holiday spirit in its own unique way. Here’s to glowing Christmases, swirling snows, and perhaps another year of blue jeans and lyrical musings. Cheers to your poetic brilliance and a merry holiday season ahead!!!!~~
@hellojazz1 😂😂😂 ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ And too you aswell...
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