Tis the season of the year when the birth of a saviour echoes in our hearts...
My words can't express the joy I feel.

I see the atmosphere bling...my heart jingles...my belly tingles...
And I hear the bells ring
The bells of awareness...
The bells of reminder...
The bells of memorial ceremony...
The sound that brings to my rememberance  that it's another year to celebrate the birth of that of whom I'm alive...
...whom was born in the manger in the midst of strangers...
...whose birth and death were for my rest...
... who stayed nailed, all so that I don't wail...
...who took off me my doom by being bruised by my wounds....