(note: this is all fictional, just letting everyone know! hope you like it :D) _____________________________________________ christmas lights always seem so m a g i c a l as if they tell tales no one's heard of before tales that speak the truth _____________________________________________ sometimes, the world does things that make me ask why why it did they do them and how how can I change them and who who do I need to talk to to get things back to normal _____________________________________________ christmas lights don't make me feel that way they soak me in their multicolored light, and even even though they're not actually warm, they still still make me feel all sweet and fuzzy inside like drinking hot cocoa and feeling like every single problem the world's ever faced is S O L V E D _____________________________________________ but christmas lights and hot cocoa can't always help me feel happy and warm because sometimes, nothing can _____________________________________________ when I was younger, I thought that pink was a girly color, and because I wasn't girly and didn't like princesses and ballerinas, I couldn't like it. so I liked other colors. but I didn't like them. I liked pink but I thought I didn't, and that was my real mistake _____________________________________________ there are times I wish the world was fragile breakable weak so that I could BREAK it this christmas was one of THOSE times _____________________________________________ we had lost (someone) recently, but everyone still acted (happy) and it just wasn't (fair) in my (mind) but I didn't want to ruin the mood, so I stayed silent, hoping someone else would bring it up. n o o n e d i d things stayed the s a m e until the next d a y when we open p r e s e n t s, as a whole family like we usually do, with all the cousins and grandparents and aunts and uncles but then something happened. it was as of a thousand lights went dark, but one stayed on. it was like a christmas M I R A C L E and everything went D A R K but then the light came back on, and there she was-- she who we had lost, and she who was now back.
