The Gift Of Love
#GiftOfLights
In the quiet of winter’s embrace,
A festival dawns, such a bright shining grace.
Through the frost, the cold winds blow,
Yet in hearts, a warm light starts to grow.
While strings of stars twinkle on every street,
There's a melody of joy, a rhythm so...
In the quiet of winter’s embrace,
A festival dawns, such a bright shining grace.
Through the frost, the cold winds blow,
Yet in hearts, a warm light starts to grow.
While strings of stars twinkle on every street,
There's a melody of joy, a rhythm so...