Upon a chill December night
The blinking stars crept closer to twilight
And a mass of bells met with strident conspire
Soon drowned out by the ballads of a caroling choir
Wondrous dusting composed an enchanted land
In our hearts we feel the ethereal magic
As we stride hand in hand
We become saintly beings one morn
To playfully give and receive
This season glistens spirited love
Don’t question, just feel it and believe
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Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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