First Christmas, come here and meet
little me, I am eight months big.
Santa has his hands full with me —
I gurgle in wonder, he laughs with glee.
For every babble, every wish,
he searches the address of my tree.
He finds me in Mama’s heart - I live inside.
The world becomes a playground in her eyes
I am her gift, and she is mine.
We’re both excited to open
the magic life wrapped in time.
Today reveals a hug that says —
Merry Christmas, Mama and child!
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