Mama is the quiet one,
like the small,
pretty angel that sits up on our
Christmas tree.
Papa is the noisy one,
like the big,
angry wind that rattles my bedroom window
at night.
Mama is the quiet one,
like the small,
pretty angel that sits up on our
Christmas tree.
Papa is the noisy one,
like the big,
angry wind that rattles my bedroom window
at night.