Walking on hillside, Santa fell down a deep hole.
Banta: Are you ok?
Santa: Fine thanks!
Banta: Did you break anything?
Santa: No, theres nothing down here!
Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
Ur words r Antibiotics, ur smile is Analgesic, ur touch is Anti-Inflammatory, ur presence is Antiseptic & ur SMS is Anti-Pyretic that''s why I never fall ill
The Most InteresTinG ThinG abouT thiS sMs is thaT by The Time U Realize That NothinG is WriTTen in iT..
iT WouLd bE Too LaTe For U To Stop Reading iT... ;->
