Merry Christmas 🎄

by Claudia Martin 📜🪶
The Winter's Holiday
to carol you with joy.

Christmas Eve's day
to deliver your wishes.

a New Year's knapsack
full of prosperity.

a 2022 year stuffed with
healthiness and money.

Food and booze
on each family's table.

Peace and Love
be celebrated daily.

Happiness to Anyone.

(Leave naughtiness to Me)

🎄


Merry Christmas
Joyeux Noël
Χαρούμενα Χριστούγεννα
Buon Natale
Crăciun Fericit
Frohe Weihnachten
Feliz Navidad
メリークリスマス

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