next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
let your heart be light
next year all our troubles will be out of sight
thats what my mom sang to me all month one december... but christmas wasnt merry for about.. hmm... 3 or four years after that. ok here we go.. this is de[ressing but its something not many know about me and i feel like tlaking about it
my oldest sister is 8 years older than me. when i was 8 (she was 16) she ran away. She lived on the street for a few months.. it was late fall i think.. about 2 or three months later, she came back home. just randomly. i came home from school and she was there.. and as mad as we all were.. it was one of the happiest times of my life.. she was gone the next morning.. no sign of where sahe was headed.. by this time it was getting really cold out at night and i used to wonder if she was alone somwhere freezing.. but i found out latedr that she would break into peopls basements during the coldest nights so she could sleep. so it was getting into december, and we hadnt heard from her since about thanksgiving.. now something about my sisters and i, christamas is big.. not just oo presents.. the whole thing. we would fight over who got to hang up each decoration.. every night we'd sit up and watch the snow if it was falling, we'd set up our blankets and sleep all three of us on the floor under the christmas tree form the day we put it up till christmas... it had always been that way.. untill that christmas... i used to cry and cry and beg my mom to make jessica come back home.. "just for christmas mommy.. make her stay just for christmas! i promise we wont fight" i didnt understand that my mom couldnt make her stay. i guess i ws ignoring the fact that we didnt even know if she was alive day to day.. there was no way to call and ask if she'd be home for christmas.. me and jen (my other sister) still stayed up all night that whole month.. but not to watch the snow.. we stayed up to watch the door.. to see if jess was coming home...
she ended up showing up at my aunts christmas eve party that we have every year.. and she stayed the night at out house.. but was gone not long after presents on christmas morning... she didnt come to christmas at our house for a few years after that.. she was living in some shabby apartment down city at that point and decided christmas w/ her druggie friends was much more favorable...
now days both jen and jess come home and stay the night.. rhey have for about the past 3 or 4 years..
but i'll never forget staying up all night w/ jen as my mom tried to get us to sleep w/ those few words
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
let your heart be light
next year all our troubles will be out of sight
next year all our troubles will be out of sight
let your heart be light
next year all our troubles will be out of sight
thats what my mom sang to me all month one december... but christmas wasnt merry for about.. hmm... 3 or four years after that. ok here we go.. this is de[ressing but its something not many know about me and i feel like tlaking about it
my oldest sister is 8 years older than me. when i was 8 (she was 16) she ran away. She lived on the street for a few months.. it was late fall i think.. about 2 or three months later, she came back home. just randomly. i came home from school and she was there.. and as mad as we all were.. it was one of the happiest times of my life.. she was gone the next morning.. no sign of where sahe was headed.. by this time it was getting really cold out at night and i used to wonder if she was alone somwhere freezing.. but i found out latedr that she would break into peopls basements during the coldest nights so she could sleep. so it was getting into december, and we hadnt heard from her since about thanksgiving.. now something about my sisters and i, christamas is big.. not just oo presents.. the whole thing. we would fight over who got to hang up each decoration.. every night we'd sit up and watch the snow if it was falling, we'd set up our blankets and sleep all three of us on the floor under the christmas tree form the day we put it up till christmas... it had always been that way.. untill that christmas... i used to cry and cry and beg my mom to make jessica come back home.. "just for christmas mommy.. make her stay just for christmas! i promise we wont fight" i didnt understand that my mom couldnt make her stay. i guess i ws ignoring the fact that we didnt even know if she was alive day to day.. there was no way to call and ask if she'd be home for christmas.. me and jen (my other sister) still stayed up all night that whole month.. but not to watch the snow.. we stayed up to watch the door.. to see if jess was coming home...
she ended up showing up at my aunts christmas eve party that we have every year.. and she stayed the night at out house.. but was gone not long after presents on christmas morning... she didnt come to christmas at our house for a few years after that.. she was living in some shabby apartment down city at that point and decided christmas w/ her druggie friends was much more favorable...
now days both jen and jess come home and stay the night.. rhey have for about the past 3 or 4 years..
but i'll never forget staying up all night w/ jen as my mom tried to get us to sleep w/ those few words
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
let your heart be light
next year all our troubles will be out of sight
next year all our troubles will be out of sight