Sunday, December 26, 2004

Merry Christmas to All

It was an awesome Christmas and the kids were very thankful.
So I'm thinking..when I was alot younger..opening presents that were under the tree. Not paying attention to my parents expressions, but more content on tearing through packaging curious as to what might be behind all this wrapping paper. I open it.. to my amazement it was a toy or clothes or whatever...I just seem to remember being so caught up in it all and thnking that there was NO WAY that the holiday season could be any better than getting gifts and toys and clothes and gadgets. How wrong was I?? Let me explain;
When I woke up Christmas morning to three of the most beautiful children I have ever seen...sleepy stuff in the eyes and bed head to the point of it looking matted and sticking out all over...when they turn that corner to look under that tree... If I could save that moment forever. That little look of sheer astonishment and amazement fills the whole room. To know that it is supposed to be better to give than recieve is not quite understood until we have children of our own.
What an awesome day we had
And the beat goes on...

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in hell could break that satan's spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite, I saw satan laughing with delight. The day the music died.

Hmmm... Do you remember the day the beat died?

Where or where has our little dude gone?

;-)

2:13 AM  
Blogger Arkay said...

HA HA!
That is pretty humorous..but anonymous, when you don't leave a name, you don't get the credit. I apologize for not having a blog topic or a special warm fuzzy feeling to write about. It's coming though..I can FEEL it!! So don't sweat the small stuff anonymous..even the best percussionists in the world take a break now and then.
The beat hasn't died..it has taken time to feed the fire and sharpen the sword...
The beat goes on...and on...and on..

7:58 AM  
Blogger C-Man said...

I met a girl who sang the blues
And i asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
Well i went down to the sachet store
Where i heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
Well now in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all broken
And all the free men, i and the iron walls
The fathers sung and the holy ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
I started singing

Chorus:
Bye bye miss. american pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And good old boys were drinking whiskey and ride
singing
This will be the day that i die
This will be the day that i die

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