It's almost Valentine's Day. I'm wondering out loud. What is love and. Why is it allowed?. . Love is not for everyone. Love is sometimes elusive. Love can be found.
Tired Of Being Scared. . (Oh, oh, oh, oh). (Oh, oh, oh, oh). (Oh, oh, oh, oh). (Oh, oh). . (I'm tired). (I'm tired of being scared). . (Oh, oh, oh, oh).
The Nutcracker. By E.. T.. Hoffman. Act I. It's a cozy Christmas Eve at the Stahlbaum's house.. Their house is decorated with Christmas ornaments, wreaths, stockings, mistletoe and in the center of it all, a majestic Christmas tree..
The crowd howling outside. My doubts spin in my mind. I tried to keep them all inside. But now, they know. . They know my deepest fears. My thoughts my pain my tears.
This one, goes out to all, who served your country long and proud. The ones who wanted to, but never could shout out loud. . To my country. I gave the best years of my life.
The Little Match Girl. By Hans Christian Andersen. . Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and. evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went.
The Holy Night. By Selma Lagerlof. . There was a man who went out in the dark night to borrow live coals to. kindle a fire. He went from hut to hut and knocked. "Dear friends, help.
The First Noel, the Angels did say. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep..
The Happiest Time Of The Year. . They say it's the most wonderful time of the year. I say it's surely a time filled with cheer. Some people say it's usually a silent night.
My doctor just told me. That I need surgery. . And I've got no choice. The sickness won't wait. To him I trust my fate. . Down the hallway. Daylight fading away.
The Elves And The Shoemaker. By The Grimm Brothers. Margaret Hunt's translation (1884). . A shoemaker, by no fault of his own, had become so poor that at last he.
Santa's Team. Author Unknown. My grandma taught me everything about Christmas.. I was just a kid.. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: ".
Silent Night. Silent night, Holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child. Holy Infant so, tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace.
Santa Claus's Letter. Author Unknown. Christmas was coming.. Jamie and Ted had already begun to write long letters to Santa Claus.. But one thing was rather queer: both boys asked him for the same things..
Pain of the Past. . The past is on my mind tonight. . Every year, that goes by. Time makes it a little bit easier. But even as, I wonder why. The memories won't go away.
Santa Claus Does Not Forget. By M.. Haley. Bertie was a very good boy.. He was kind, obedient, truthful and unselfish.. He had, however, one great fault — he always forgot..
On This Night. . On this night. . On this quiet night. A miracle was received. Earth was saved and stepped into the light. A little baby made the whole world believe.
O little Town Of Bethlehem. O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by. . 1. Yet in thy dark streets shineth.
Come All Ye Faithful. . O Come All Ye Faithful. Joyful and triumphant. O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.. Come and behold Him. Born the King of Angels.
Nothing To Hide. . Sitting on the stairs, staring at the dark. Wonder if I made a mistake, from the very start. It seemed so right, way back when. Didn't realize I did, everything she said.