I just have to hear those sweet words // Spoken like a melody

Hhahha 'Frosty the Snowman' is just marvelous. Throwing on the top hat and bellowing "Happy Birthday!", I've been saying that aloud in my car all week since. Summit Place Mall put up their castle of lights and I was so very happy even with the last half of them being unlit. They had gingerbread contests on the teevee and golly! They are the most intricate things ever, entire villages with townspeople, city clocks and Santa made entirely out of sweets.

The holidays seem to be sometimes as much about family and friends and celebrations as the are about tradition, at least to me anyway. Like the sign and Rudolph/frosty and snow angels and snow ball fights and rainbow candy canes and ornaments. And Santa at the mall. If I ever get lucky enough to have a little one I think I would like to take him or her to see Santa very much. And have him or her bring their little list up to him and to smile for the camera.

Invariably the Holidays always have me thinking deep into the past and off into the future. Going into Pier 1 and thinking of that life I don't lead and then shopping last night at Meijer and going down the picture frame aisle. Seeing the embraces at the Eiffel Tower and little children dressed like brides in those frames used to leave my soul reaching for a tissue. Now I was glad. I was happy for all the things I've been so lucky to have done and for all those people around me that have never let me quit and have inspired me to reach for the heavens and the stars. I left those frames, pushing my cart and listening to the wonders of the songs of Amélie as happy as a clam.