wrapped in your arms for christmas
My time has its residence in the universe of love. The access is assembled with the delight's materials. The domicile is hospitable, built in the joy's mannerism. The scent has something of the first stage of winter. On the list of its invitees, age is ageless. Just energy. Dialect of the present tense, it is its only way of talking. Wishes are fulfilled as are felt their vibes, (confident or not). My time, inexhaustible, is now. My facts will talk about it, later. If I'll be wrapped in your arms for Christmas, time knows. Noel Avec Toi is already prepared. My sharing traveled in your time.
