Picking at my Brain

My mind is ticking as the seasons change. Each day brings forth a thought. To whether we are old or young this life is the life you got. This is the mind of Miss Mae.

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Thursday, December 22, 2005

Smells like a great song :) Hello Kelly

It came upon a midnight clear
The feeling that we all know once its here
With stars falling on this old narrow path
A pearly glaze that’s covering the dead and frosty grass
Please let me hold your cold sub-zero hand
In this icy, winter wonderland

And it’s beginning to smell a lot like Christmas

As I put this star on the very top
Lets hold hands and remember all that we gained from his loss
I hope you wear those red bows in your hair
And I think I’ve got some mistletoe around here somewhere

And it’s beginning to smell a lot like Christmas
And it’s beginning to smell a lot like Christmas
Yeah it’s beginning to smell a lot like Christmas

We’ll wear the sweaters Grandma made
And sit down by the woodstove
Let’s eat some leftover turkey
And talk over hot cocoa
And we will walk outside
And sing this song for every house that we pass by
And God bless your friends and family on this silent night

And it’s beginning to smell a lot like Christmas
And it’s beginning to smell a lot like Christmas

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