I can't see the wind, can't explain where it comes from......can't touch it, but it touches me and I will never have anyone tell me the wind doesn't exist.
I write to Santa every Christmas
I can't see the wind, can't explain where it comes from......can't touch it, but it touches me and I will never have anyone tell me the wind doesn't exist.
I write to Santa every Christmas
I can't see the wind, can't explain where it comes from......can't touch it, but it touches me and I will never have anyone tell me the wind doesn't exist.
I write to Santa every Christmas