one of my favorite things in all of life is how somethings i remember. like lindsey walker's phone number from middle school. or like movie lines from dennis the menace. or like that thing mom said the christmas before she died, about how she wanted to get as much christmas inside her as possible, like she knew. (though christmas in heaven must be a sight to behold.)
i think of this every time christmas comes around, and i promise, in tribute, to stuff myself to the brim with good tidings and cheer for me and my kin, light to last me all year long. but then suddenly christmas is over and i'm not even two-thirds full yet.
not this year. i've been to every concert, baked bazillion goodies, watched a charlie brown christmas, and even strung lights on my own tree. i don't mean to get all grinchy on you, but as i've wondered why my heart isn't christmased inside and out, he's the man i heard in my head. christmas isn't something you can buy at a store; perhaps christmas is a little bit more!
tonight i went to a party and i forgot that i like new people. i forgot that there is a light inside of me and a light inside of them. i just sat like a dark corner and hoped people couldn't see me.
where does that come from? what puts the light out?
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