"the nicest and the sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple pleasure, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string." Lucy Maud Montgomery
Monday, December 8, 2008
Where are you Christmas?
"Why can't I find you, why have you gone away? Where is the laughter you used to bring me? Why can't I hear the music play? My world is changing, I'm rearranging Does that mean Christmas changes too?" Faith Hill