I need more lights.
There is a gigantic Christmas tree on top of one of the tall downtown buildings in Salt Lake City. This is one of my most poignant childhood memories. I wanted to put the star on the top of that tree by stacking ladder on top of ladder. Or maybe that is just what I want to do now.
I am quite fond of holding my precious things close and closer still. The near and dear are a second skin, my secrets passwords to my psyche.
We have too many terrible Christmas songs. Did we ever get an accurate count to "Last Christmas" covers? Why is that the only thing I remember from that season?
I don’t believe we've had the pleasure in meeting one another... I'd shake your hand but I have jambalaya or lip gloss or sarcasm all over them.