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No to Xmas!
Saturday, December 15, 2007 |9:14 PM

Don't let the title mislead you. I love love love Christmas but I really don't like the way people write Christmas with an x. Why are they crossing out Christ when He is the essence of the season? Well, just a thought.

I can't help but feel giddy when I hear beautiful and happy Christmas songs. Add to that the cold air, the brighter stars and the happier people. Also, earlier today, I saw Sam Concepcion singing my favorite Christmas song. It was not a very stellar performance but my crush and favorite song rolled into one presentation, well, that's just an early gift for me.

I have never made a Christmas wish list and I am not planning to make one now. I just want to think of gifts for important people to me and try my best to give it to them. I hope this Christmas, I will be able to give everything I thought of on my home today. Let's keep our fingers crossed.

Just want to share the lyrics of my favorite Christmas song.

Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies
Well, I'm all grown-up now
Can you still help somehow?
I'm not a child, but my heart still can dream

So here's my lifelong wish
My grown-up Christmas list
Not for myself, but for a world in need

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
Every man would have a friend
That right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown-up Christmas list

As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree

Well heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?
Maybe only in that blind belief can we ever find the truth.

♥♥♥