The title for those of you who don't know is from a John Lennon song. He was a musical genius and a mondern day peacemaker. But he died, the peace was lost only to be remembered in the death of a matryr.
I was so excited for this time, after Thankgiving. The snow in the air, the music too. I have always loved this time, the sweet winter songs and the warmth of hot chocolate on my tongue, the feeling of a toasty pair of slippers waiting for me. A blanketed evening where the only thing that is not repeated is the snow lightly falling. In my most amazing dreams I pictured someone there with me. A dark haired boy with blue eyes and the voice of a raspy angel. But yet the snow never came, the boy hasn't sat down yet, but the music empowered me. Tonight I wasn't sure if I was going to go to the SLP Choir Concert. Amanda had begged me, but someone thing inside of me made me scared. In maturity and a deep sensible breath I knew that I had to put my selfish fears aside and go and have fun. I wasn't going to let this special element music, the christmas songs be ruined by something that happened so much time ago. I woke up yesterday and I felt blessed, last night I fell asleep worried. So tonight as I fall asleep I will count my blessings. I know that there are so many, unanswered prayers and special gifts given to me. My goal in life is to find my purpose, my purpose in life is to give my goals away. Good Night. I hope all of you have sweet dreams of sugar plums in your heads. You do realize that those sugar plums are more than just literal right?
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