I am in search of that most elusive of all dreams, that one in a million girl. I have searched high and low and am now looking everywhere in between. I refuse to settle for anyone but you! If you feel the same way maybe you should contact me.

I wrote this holiday song(what color is Christmas). Read it and let me know what you think.

WHAT COLOR IS CHRISTMAS?


He felt the coolness of the snow
As it fell upon his face
With each new snowfall
Yesterday gone without a trace

He proceeded from white to red
He saw not the colors
But rather felt the emotions
Given to him by others

Red was the feeling that he got
When his mom and dad hugged
When they kissed him
Letting him know that he was loved

He saw not the stars
The moon or candles
He knew of peace and glory
And of the Christ Child’s story
Being blind is totally different
Than not seeing
Just as truly living is different
Than just being
Are we truly alive?
Or just being
With eyes wide open
But not really seeing

Green was his next favorite
As they gathered round the tree
With all its tinsel and glitter
And lit up for all to see

He had felt the holly and the ivy
That he and his mother had hung
He listened to his moms’ sweet voice
With each Christmas carol she had sung

He did not see the green of the wreath
The holly, ivy or the tree
He could smell their rich scent
For it takes more than eyes to truly see


He saw not the stars
The moon or candles
He knew of peace and glory
And of the Christ Child’s story
Being blind is different
Than not seeing
Just as truly living is different
Than just being
Are we truly alive?
Or just being
With eyes wide open
But not really seeing

To fully feel, think and believe
To know in ones heart, mind and soul
To not be judged less of a person
But rather as equal, as whole

He saw no colors
No glitter, no bows
Past the fake smiles
A heart full of love truly knows


He saw not the stars
The moon or candles
He knew of peace and glory
And of the Christ child’s story
Being blind is totally different
Than not seeing
Just as truly living is different
Than just being
Are we truly alive?
Or just being
With eyes wide open
But not really seeing