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Tuesday, December 21, 2004


9 ladies dancing
I slept in late. It's really nice to sleep in late.

Well, it's just me and my sisters in the house. Mom and dad at work, and it's drizziling outside. I had planned on walking to Crossroads and get lunch, but the weather stopped my plans. So, I'll probably just watch a movie and lounge around. So far, everything is quiet, which is a good thing.

I've got to go to work tomorrow, and I really don't want to. After work, my dad is taking me to go finish shopping for mom. It's hard to shop for mom. She says she doesn't really want anything, and she means it. But she does want the new Andrea Bocelli CD and this certain Queen CD that she finally found, said that she'd been looking for it for years (she also said that if she didn't get, there will be trouble).

And the sixth Harry Potter book if finally finished. And now we have to wait till it's published. I still think the title is stupid; and yet another character is going to die. I hope it's Ron. I just don't like him.

Well, I should go eat something, since I woke up at 11 and haven't eaten anything yet (it's almost 1).

See ya!


Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas Tree
who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels, he liked icicles and snow.

He liked wolves and eagles and grizzly bears
and critters and creatures that crawled.
Why bugs were some of his very best friends, spiders and ants and all.

Now that's not to say that he ever looked down on the vision of twinkling lights,
or on mirrored bubbles and peppermint canes and a thousand other delights.
And he often had dreams of tiny reindeer
and a jolly old man and a sleigh full of toys and presents and wonderful things,
and the story of Christmas Day.

Oh, Alfie believed in Christmas all right, he was full of Christmas cheer.
All of each and every day and all throughout the year.

To him it was more than a special time much more than a special day,
It was more than a beautiful story. it was a special kind of way.

You see, some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring,
And they've never heard of Santa Claus.
They've never heard the story of the Son of God. And that made Alfie pause.

Did that mean that they'd never know of peace on earth
or the brotherhood of man?
Or know how to love, or know how to give? If they can't, no one can.
You see, life is a very special kind of thing, not just for a chosen few.
But for each and every living breathing thing. Not just me and you.

So in your Christmas prayers this year, Alfie asked me if I'd ask you
to say a prayer for the wind, and the water, and the wood,
and those who live there, too.

It's in every one of us to be wise. Find your heart, open up both your eyes.
We can all know everything without ever knowing why.
It's in every one of us, by and by.

It's in every one of us to be wise. Find your heart, open up both your eyes.
We can all know everything without ever knowing why.
It's in every one of us, by and by, by and by.


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