The sacredness runs through my body.
As the thought of something living inside me.
Moving and growing, having a mind of its own.
Wondering what to do after you’re born.
How am I going to take care of something so small, so helpless.
I wonder if your daddy believes me, that you are his baby.
He had doughts about you being his, But he knows I love him.
I hope he understands once you are born!
If he doesn't then, I will be alone.
It isn’t like the first time I have been alone.
The Christmas holidays are coming near.
All I want for Christmas is you ,