semester destroyed.
Shadow Gallery - "Christmas Day"
Outside the twilight rides high
And whispers of love sound deep in the night
Hope and promise of peace in our land
Is this Christmas time?
Dark winter watches our fire
And brings us promise of a new day
Distant eyes have gone a long way
Too far to see the snow that falls
The winds of change have come and gone
The cold has come I've been left out
I need your warmth you're all I have
If you're chasing a dream to nowhere
It's enchantment that leads the way
Just believe in yourself and go there
The gift of hope on Christmas day
If every eye holds a blank stare
After winter's gone away
Just believe in yourself and go there
You and I on Christmas day
There's a time when your doubts won't matter
There's a time all your fears can wait
All the times in the year for laughter
Oh Christmas day
Huzzah. Victory for the Proletariat. Another semester slain. Now to enter into a vacation-long coma. During said coma, I look forward to seeing certain people, particularly those of you that I did not get much of a chance to see during this ridiculously busy semester. Just for your information, I can't seem to find my 56k modem connector thingy at my house, so my online time may be limited to any trips I happen to make to the library, so don't expect to see too much of me during vacation. Don't worry though, because I'm sure I will have plenty of updates in January. And now, to unplug the room and enjoy a breakfast of cookie dough bites.
Outside the twilight rides high
And whispers of love sound deep in the night
Hope and promise of peace in our land
Is this Christmas time?
Dark winter watches our fire
And brings us promise of a new day
Distant eyes have gone a long way
Too far to see the snow that falls
The winds of change have come and gone
The cold has come I've been left out
I need your warmth you're all I have
If you're chasing a dream to nowhere
It's enchantment that leads the way
Just believe in yourself and go there
The gift of hope on Christmas day
If every eye holds a blank stare
After winter's gone away
Just believe in yourself and go there
You and I on Christmas day
There's a time when your doubts won't matter
There's a time all your fears can wait
All the times in the year for laughter
Oh Christmas day
Huzzah. Victory for the Proletariat. Another semester slain. Now to enter into a vacation-long coma. During said coma, I look forward to seeing certain people, particularly those of you that I did not get much of a chance to see during this ridiculously busy semester. Just for your information, I can't seem to find my 56k modem connector thingy at my house, so my online time may be limited to any trips I happen to make to the library, so don't expect to see too much of me during vacation. Don't worry though, because I'm sure I will have plenty of updates in January. And now, to unplug the room and enjoy a breakfast of cookie dough bites.