What is Christmas? Presents? The tree and lights? The food...? Sure, all nice, materialistic, things. But, really, is CHRISTmas? 

She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.
(Matthew 1:21)

So, again, I ask: What is Christmas?

Not candycanes, icicles, or people rushing around a mall. 

Christmas is the definition of LOVE. 

ONE small CHILD was BORN to SAVE US. 

People rejected them at their doors, they wouldn't make room, those people couldn't find room in their hearts to spare some space. Save one, who gave them a manger, to where our Lord laid. 

Too many people forget that Christmas isn't about big dinners and opening presents or expecting things from everyone (which I know all of you expect things-even I do) , its about realizing that we're only here for a short time, and that we have to make due with it as best as we can. Celebrating the child who was born into this world, and who left it, shedding his own flesh and blood for all of us. 

People...are selfish, so much that it almost makes me want to cry. To think that humanity...has lost its humanity. You expect more than you give. You envy more for what someone else has, then what you have. You think of what you didn't get, then for what you did.

Too many people don't believe. I can't change their minds, opinions, etc. But I can pray. I can have hope.

FINALS.ARE.OVER! I can say with all sincerity that I am so glad this semester is over and done with. I only had two classes this term, granted, but its those obnoxious, still stuck in high school, can't grow up, people that bug the living hell out of you. Oh, and don't forget a teacher from Satin's domain that just makes his class so....special. 

Note my disdain.  

There was this one moment in dance class when my partner dropped me on his knee, right into my spin; so I have whiplash, cracked sternum, bruised back, and a cracked rib-- although he does not know this. So I am on drugs as of today and on bed rest, I also happen to be writing this while on a pain killer, so if I happen to be spelling everything wrong....I'll fix it later. Or maybe not, I think it would give this little blurb some much need characture.

As for some advice on writing....don't do it on drugs, it just turns out bad, save yourself the pain of having to read it and then delete it.   

And now...sleep.