Christmas Treat, Part II
You treat me like Christmas,
available for limited time.
I was your most valued instant possession,
only lasting for 48 hours.
You waited patiently,
as soon as the clock struck 12 again.
For another celebration commences.
She, she was the ray of hope.
She bathe in glitters and gold,
the reason why firewroks appear
in the sad sky.
In your heart.
Wearing a sparkling dress
and you watch with glee.