I wish it would snow. Perhaps I am overly sentimental, or attached to the past, but I love waking up to snow on the ground, because that means a day off, inside, snuggling. Snow is the closest thing to stopping time, or rather suspending it. Snow days are free days. They have no plans, no obligations, no limits. They are like finding money in an old pair of pants. they are unplanned happiness, and that is my favorite kind.
I like to think about the future, because I like to believe I have a bright one. I like to talk about faith, because I want someday to find it. I like to talk about hope, because I wish one day I feel it. I like to talk about feelings, because one day I hope to understand them.
If I were a christmas tree. I would want lights. Lots of lights, so that everyone in the world could see me. I would want bells so that everyone in the world could hear me. If I were a christmas tree, I would want candy canes hanging off of me, so I could be the sweetest tree in the world. I would want ornaments from all around the world, so I would have a little peice of everywhere inside of me. If I were a christmas tree, I would want a an ornament made by every little boy and girl in the world, so that all the little hands and all the little eyes could put something on me, and see it for themselves
