Holiday Letter

by Brittany Shane

 

He’s walking a fine line
As people drive on by
But don’t worry he’s the king of this mess
What is junk to one is another’s success

He’s now looking at you
Should you turn and run away?
If you can’t understand do you call for him moved?
Or get upset and demand it’s improved?

I will stand by you
Keep you warm with the things I do
To help you through
This Holiday Weather

Your fingers touch the glass
Frosted days are melting fast
You are home at last
In my Holiday Letter

There’s nothing to prove
You don’t have to leave your name
It’s the thought that counts
With intentions for good
If he was in your place
You sure knew he would….

I will stand by you
Keep you warm with the things I do
To help you through
This Holiday Weather

Your fingers touch the glass
Frosted days are melting fast
You are home at last
In my Holiday Letter