Christmas City, Awful Pretty!

Oh Christmas city, Christmas city, your awful pretty. Oh so high up on a hill, worth a world of ills. You do the well I have left, so well here in this prison cell. I dream as innocent, least guilty being, of meeting you. A city build by prisoners, to share at Christmas. A city for others to visit as a form of art, the year round! A city to show prisoners can love to. They can love every bit as much as Disneyland! The new vacation resort city of cities, build by prisoners. The prison system is a great expense, and why build more prisons, when love can conquer all? Cities are very valuable, least one. This would be one blue print, that wouldn't make anyone blue!

A chance for peace not to be demanded ones own way, or the highway. Talent needs to be used everywhere, and food should be life to the soul, in all forms of love it's given, by grace. Grace needs to build, and encourage, and see results. Love you doctor me up, like no other, in less than little or no time!Christmas city here I come, to spill my guts out. Your not my mother, nor my brother, but your never a bother to see. You beat picking up weeds, on the road-sides, with no rest in sight. Christmas city, could we build you any better if you weren't in our dreams? Could love make it so? For he that is without sin, cast the first stone. Love has proven itself to offer discipline as well. The Christmas spirit doesn't lead anyone to crime.

Love deserves all its people, to know how great it's grace can be. A few gold stones should be thrown, least silver, to the prisoners, especially near Christmas. They got caught, you did not. Give some of what you stole to them in love, by grace. This beats turning yourselves in! Help them build educational facilities, to build cities or resorts. If behavior is of good merit, they get to visit and enjoy, what fellow prisoners made. Beats making license plates! Love your number 1, we all want left in one piece. Were said to be people of the eve, so called bad boys, but who said for good? Christmas gives us more of a chance than even the law can. They even agree, at times! Hope it is said, shines for all at Christmas time. You sparkle, you shine, you glitter, you glow. You make me ring, like nothing can afford to. I'm singing before I know it! I linger on strong all year long. How can I go wrong, with even the tail end of you, least the out-skirts? Your painted up, to more than please, with no need to ever shout Police! Love lye's in wait, to take charge, above the law.

Bad boys, bad boys, what you gonna do, when Christmas love captures you, as if your locked up in Heavens gates. Even love won't love you out, least the law. Isn't Christmas love great, in a city such as this. Enter in at your own risk. Crazy in love adornments, and ornaments. My gift will be some music to play the year round. I'll live out the over-kill as sound. I'll live it out, louder then all your shades of red! I'm ready for you, as live music. I'm ready to make you Christmas city, more than just a dream! I can live in a real house of ginger bread, as your music plays in my head, least enters my dreams. I'll be well seasoned, out of season.

I'll let the out of seasoned fisherman, least golfer, not feel the cold so harshly. I'll make the babies cry with tears of joy. I'll warn cold blood, to flood love in all year round. They can do all this and more, in this Christmas city resort. Don't give the child the cookie, for just one day. Don't feed the man, like a man all year long, without feeding the child in him as well. Don't treat the little-lady, without the give back. Snack her, pack her up inside to. Don't load her up on top, least bottom outside only. Be the best you can be. Don't leave excuse me a-far off. Remember the prisoners as you do all this.

Flow with the flow, glow with the glow, power packed. Row, row, row, down memory lane, in a Christmas cell stream dream, that you can help make reality. Help them so they can help you, least themselves. The star on the tree just isn't enough, as sure as the spirit of love that made Christmas come to be, has stars in the sky, all year round for you to see, least Santa Claus. The dream has come true, make it even more cherished in your comings, and goings. Fill the thrills, with after-spills. Don't vomit Christmas up. Be more than a loving Santa only cup. Santa wouldn't like what's in that chocolate, least that heart. Flourish, go beyond some of the go for it dudes! Don't dud Christmas out in one day. Love wise and love tough. Go the full life route, and let love all year long, root-out your differences. Don't judge even the so called mud, as we need it as well, least the snow. Celebrate the spirit of Christmas inside, despite the out-side looks. It's not always beginning to look a lot like Christmas, until it starts first within.

The cat-fish bite better in muddy-water anyway, and ice fishing isn't so bad either. Fall into Christmas more, least the ice. Good Christmas even city fishing to you in any area, all year long! The taste of the after-math, is oh so good! The food we eat so sweet, may not always be as good for us, as we think. The Christmas cities all decorated-up, beyond some cakes, make no mistake, make up for the loss, least gains. Yes, we may need to shed, some Christmas pounds, but the love in the words of food for thought should carry us through. Just keep playing those tunes, for some of Christmas back, all year long! May your marsh-mellows never be over roasted, least your catfish ever sting you!

No bones in your eat, as well, least bugs stuck to your marsh-mellows. Prisoners were created to love, and can create, and work harder than slaves, if treated fair. Once they know love, they can bring more life than ever. There love needs to be fed, with variety of discipline, that leads to reward for all, in love.