“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,
just like the ones i used to know.
Where the tree tops glisten,
and children listen,
to hear sleigh bells in the snow.”
Wistful and soothing all at once, this rendition of the holiday standard is just what was needed on this rainy, rather stressful Monday morning. So many in my circle of people seem upset and frustrated as of late, and though I feel my own pressures and pain, I feel an overwhelming responsibility to bring some kind of lightness and cheer to all of them. It is tiring though, and takes its toll on my heart after awhile, as I turn myself inside out to be everything to everyone all at once.
Sometimes I wish I could be a little girl for a day and go up to the mountains with my Grandparents and make a snowman together in the snow.
White Christmas :: Bright Eyes