Baby every other man that wants a woman on the planet wants for you.
Tick-tocking down to Christmas. One hour and Twenty-two minutes. Had the best Christmas Eve in many years today, writing songs and talking to Freckle. She truly is an amazing friend and confidante. Merry Christmas up there, you. I hope the snow falls over the ground and quiets your footsteps so the world doesn't know where to find you. If, by some stroke of bad luck (which we both have frequently) the world is on your back on Christmas day, re-trace your steps in the snow and find your way to our quiet little corner. Leave me a note on the Message board and I'll take care of you. Promise.
The magic has been filtered out of my fingers already today, so I will keep this brief. All are asleep in our little cottage and I am, as per usual, the lone set of eyes avoiding slumber. Not long now until Christmas creeps past, and then a new year rolls around. I cannot wait to see the back of this despicable year. I will loathe it for the rest of my days. Bring on '09, surely it can't get any worse the this year did.
Will you think of me on Christmas day?
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