The Word became flesh

It's the time of the year
where snowflakes fall
and gifts are treasured dear.
Oops I forgot we're in Singapore
where the sun and rain abound.
Still it's the time of the year and the weather stays cool.
We give thanks for our beloved ones around.
More so, to whom our hearts belong to.
To Him, our voices croon.
To the world, we make Him known.
A Saviour for all, our treasured heirloom.
The gift, the Son, the Father's love shown.

To the One who inspired this....

I ramble too much,
I write like peanuts.
Someone said I should pen poems.
I think she finds my blog a boredom.
Perhaps it is.
What could I do, Miss?
Poems ain't my thing;
Nor a one-night stand fling.
I'm starting to sound silly, haven't I?
Well at least I haven't lied. =)