Memories And Magic Is What Christmas Is

Its Taken Me A Long Time To Become The Person I Am, For All The Ugliness To Fall Away. The Rotten Flesh Is Gone, And The Seed Is There. I Can Touch That Now.

And My Father Was A Comic. He Could Play Any Musical Instrument. He Loved To Perform. He Was A Wonderfully Comedic Character. He Had The Ability To Dance And Sing And Charm And Analyze Poetry.

You Have To Be In Love With Your Story ... It's The Love Of The Light; The Time Of Day; Of Watching The Moment Unravel.

Not Being Able To Sleep Is Terrible. You Have The Misery Of Having Partied All Night... Without The Satisfaction.

Memories And Magic Is What Christmas Is All About.