Loudly I hear the birds

Chirping their karmic words

As I prance on the curve

Elevated off the herb


So we swerve

So I canโ€™t believe the nerve

That I believed what I heard

But deep down I was

Scurried from my intuition

No longer resisting

I needed wishes

Because how vividly the stars started to glisten

At the thought of his charisma

I was oh so missing

So I packed up the sleigh

Up, Up, and Away

My Santa Claus

I ran away

To the bearded man

Hip hip, hooray

By Orisha Sevyn

Divine Spirit | Mother | BS | MBA HR + PA | Spiritual Leader | Greetings! I am here to speak my truth & resonate w/ those who need a little Moore guidance. ๐Ÿฆ‹โœจ

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