I see trees coming down
I smell the confusion in all
I hear I am in trouble for just being
I taste the food placed before my meaning
I feel betrayed by the few who believe in me
I weep for those who don't care, or care too much
I pray I will not be forgotten
I have walked many miles through the many years
I am no longer looked at as the Savior's birth but by few

I love Christmas time! Where on Christmas eve you ride to Grammy’s house in a Christmas dress or sweater and when you get there you see all of your family sitting on couches, and you cousins laying on the floor or running around playing and screaming and their parents tell them to be quiet!