Love is not something that can be written
But during Christmas, it can be shown
But can we as humans, be less frostbitten
When I think about it, love can we own?
Christmas is a time of much great joy
But is love possible, between us all?
For someone to be cruel, to play and toy
With love, is something of great wake up call
Like a winters day, people as cold as
Ice at heart, iss as mean as a tiger
Bite, that pierces the soul, to the core has
No right to not love that is like a fire
So, peace and joy, spread greatly abound
Love, makes the great big, big world go round