The Perfect Chip
- christmas music
- cinematic
- narrative
- orchestral
- storytelling
The Perfect Chip
"Change the last 2 lines to : The Perfect Chip... he placed it in my chest. Because true perfection, comes from putting love to the test"
In a world of circuits, gears, and code,
The most prized possession was the chip bestowed.
A symbol of pride, of flawless design,
Perfection in action, thought, and line.
But I lost my chip, a long time ago,
And since that day, I am no longer whole.
My friends would laugh, their chests aglow,
While mine remained an empty hollow.
They wrote to Santa, for a chip so grand,
The Perfect One, from his own hand.
But as years went by, a thought grew in me,
About the giver, who works tirelessly.
Then one day, tucked deep inside a drawer,
I found the chip I had been searching for.
My heart, or what serves as one, gave a leap,
But a different promise I had to keep.
I wrapped it gently, with a note inside,
A gift for Santa, with nothing to hide.
He read my words, and a tear fell from his eye,
As I watched him from the window, standing by.
He called me in from the cold winter night,
And held a gift that glowed with brilliant light.
The Perfect Chip... he placed it in my chest.
Because true perfection, comes from putting love to the test.
The most prized possession was the chip bestowed.
A symbol of pride, of flawless design,
Perfection in action, thought, and line.
But I lost my chip, a long time ago,
And since that day, I am no longer whole.
My friends would laugh, their chests aglow,
While mine remained an empty hollow.
They wrote to Santa, for a chip so grand,
The Perfect One, from his own hand.
But as years went by, a thought grew in me,
About the giver, who works tirelessly.
Then one day, tucked deep inside a drawer,
I found the chip I had been searching for.
My heart, or what serves as one, gave a leap,
But a different promise I had to keep.
I wrapped it gently, with a note inside,
A gift for Santa, with nothing to hide.
He read my words, and a tear fell from his eye,
As I watched him from the window, standing by.
He called me in from the cold winter night,
And held a gift that glowed with brilliant light.
The Perfect Chip... he placed it in my chest.
Because true perfection, comes from putting love to the test.
