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 shares traveled in your time.