Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Do you remember me? I sat upon your knee. I wrote to you with childhood fantasies. Well, I'm all grown up now and still need 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: 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 our blind belief can we ever find the truth.