Christmas Is Never Over,unless You Want It

She Holds Herself With Such Reserve. She Smiles, But The Smile Doesn't Reach Her Eyes, Even In The Company Of The Girls She's Chosen To Eat With. Why? I Have No Clue, And I Really Don't Want To Spend My Time Worrying About It. But My Brain Pushes At The Question Anyway. Why Are People Aloof? Because They Don't Want To Let Others In. Why Don't They Want To Let Others In? Well, Sometimes Because They're Shy, And Sometimes Because They're Convinced Of Their Own Superiority. But Those Aren't The Only Reasons. Sometimes It's Because Thay Have Something To Hide.

And They Just Slam The Door. And They Don't Peek Into That Land Any More. And They Forget That Teens And Tweens Are People, Absolutely Just As Much As Adults Are. And Their Problems May Play Out On A Smaller Scale, But The Things They Go Through Are Equally As Valid As A Ceo Trying To Figure Out How To Deal With A Crisis At Work. I Just Write For Teens Because I Love 'em.

And You're Figuring Out Who You Are, And You Haven't Yet Become Stagnant In Your Thinking. You Haven't Solidified. And One Thing That I Find Is That A Lot Of Grown-ups Tend To Look Back On Their High School Or Middle School Years And Say, "oh, Thank God All That's Over."

If She Did See, I Hoped She' Be Amazed. Amazed And Thankful, Because Without Even Asking, She'd Received A Genuine Autograph From A Genuine Girl From Atlanta. Not Just Any Girl, But A Girl Who Was, Frankly, A Pretty Big Deal. A Girl Who Was Me.

I Think That Ties In With Issues Of Identity As Well - That Sometimes There Are Parts Of Us We Want To Hide, And Then There's Other Times We Say, "you Know What? Nope. Done Hiding That Part."