Evergreen Pine Spruce and Cedar covered in decorative lights. Silver Bells and colored ornaments shining bright. Waiting for presents to be placed beneath on a quiet Christmas night. Christmas trees throughout the land giving children joyful Delight. Here for only a momentary season then they return from whence they came look for a few brief moments they bring joy to so many lives.

Through the times that I have fallen he's picked me up. When I doubted myself he believed in me. Through all adversity he has been my comfort so when the world says no I will say yes. No matter what may come no matter who may stand against me I will stand with Jesus for he has stood with me

The sunlight begins to fade as evening shadows come once again. The flowers begin to draw up their petals as the wind rustles the leaves in the trees. From inside the hollowed out space in an old knotted tree, a pixie spreads her wings. With a great yawn she steps out into the air, falling gently to the cool earth, her feet settle onto the grass. She surveys the flowers and the mushrooms around her. She then begins to sing a song that sounds like a brook gently washing over stones. One by one the stars begin to peek out through the curtain of a Purple sky. As the moon breaks the horizon, and the birds settle into their nest, the Dark Pixie spreads her wings and catches an evening breeze She sails high above the tree tops to greet the coming night like an old friend.

Drip, Drip, Drip the Crimson flows from my arm. A small nick a little cut and the blood goes into the sink. Sliding into the cool water, the Red is diluted in the clear cold water. I look in the mirror and my eyes are blood shot. I haven't slept in days, so a little cut with a Silver razor seems to help with the pain in my head. I look at the shiny key and wonder do I dare go a little farther this time, or should I take the medication and see if I can sleep a little while, or perhaps I should make the final cut and sleep forever this time?

My clothes may not be in the latest style, but I am dressed just fine for the occasion. The people who I talk to may not seem like they have much to talk about, but everyone needs someone to hear them. What little I do may not seem important, but an Acorn can grow a might Oak tree. Though I may be invisible to some people in the world, I really don't mind if they ignore me. I am not working for an award, but for the betterment of my fellow human. My resources are limited but I am determined. A single bowl of soup or a kind word can go a long way. Though the world around me may not understand , I will keep on my path until the end. No matter what may come or who may ignore the forgotten, for I will take care of what others do not see.

The sun rises and the shadows fade. I wind down slowly and find my grave. Through an endless pattern of light and dark, I carry my curse. Each day I find the crypt that I call a bed. I slumber and pray that I will not see death. Then as the sun travels it's arch, the shadows begin to fall again. I slowly rise from the place where I will likely be buried, no one comes to call anymore so there is no one to find me. I simply slip out of my crypt a pail lifeless form, like a shadow or a ghost of my former self. I walk into the pail street lights and find my way to some place. I live in the night because the daylight hurts me so. Onward I go in this hellish existence, until the sun comes up and I must flee from  the daylight once again.

A prince came in peace and they reviled him. A king came in humility and they rejected him. A wise man spoke and they mocked him. The son of God offered redemption and they crucified him. If they will do this to him, then what will the world do to me?