For Christmas I do wish my Paul much joy—
Complete with Santa, reindeer, peace, and love.
(He ask’d for Santa, reindeer like wee boy!
And surely I do provide same, by Jove!)
My Paul is sweet to core of being mine;
He gives me love and I return the same.
O’r blessings do come out, together dine.
Much do we share at meal—my guy, his dame.
This Christmas day I love thee much, complete.
Ye are the best of lot in world of mine.
God did shine mightily when we did meet.
It thrills me to send love in private rhyme.
Bless us on, my dear God, my Hope and Love;
My earthly love is best in world: my “dove.”