I was in the grocery store when they started playing 'have yourself a merry little Christmas.' I started bawling.
here we are as in olden days
happy golden days of yore
faithful friends who are dear to us
gather near to us
i started thinking of my 'worldly' grandparents. They were so sweet. They must have been so lonely, wishing they could share christmas with us. And now that I've left the religion, they are gone. I never got to have those olden days with them.
I hate my parents' damn extremist religion. It still makes me cry in public, years after I've left it.
yeah, we've got to try to make up for it. I make sure my kids always get to have themselves a merry little Christmas.
Zoos im happy for you and your Christmas lights. And don't worry, I'm definitely the lamest OPer here, with two original posts. TWO.