Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas!!!

"Yes! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the time before him was his own, to make amends in!
"I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!" Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. "The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley! Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this! I say it on my knees, old Jacob; on my knees!"
He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions, that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call. He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the Spirit, and his face was wet with tears."

"Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.
He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Every One!"

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Qualchevolte penso che sará il mio destino vivere complettamente da sola...che non c'é un persone per me...ed anche, che facevo tutti i miei amici mi odiono.  Non so perché...e lo so che probabilmente non é cosi.  Ma, mi fa pensare che facevo a meritare un tal cosa.  Spero fervidamente che non accaderá cosi...e se io avessi fatto qualcosa con gli amici, posso cambiarlo.  Perché, non voglio vivere cosi.

Ed anche, se si potessi capire questo messaggio, mi dispiace tanto.  Non intendevo cosi.  Volevo solamente scrivere i miei pensieri.  :)

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Come Ready and See Me--Richard Hundley

Come ready and see me
No matter how late
Come before the years run out.
I'm waiting with a candle
No wind can blow out,
But you must haste
On foot or by sky
For no one can wait forever
Under the bluest sky
I can't wait forever
For the years are running out.