With all the snow and a sore back from shoveling and falling in it, I decided that White Christmas was due for an update.

enjoy....



A Not so White Christmas


I’m Dreaming of a Brown Christmas,
Just like Walla Walla is known for,
Where the tree tops are barren…children are star’in
At the rain pour’in down.

I’m dreaming of a Brown Christmas,
With every shovel full of snow I must throw..
May your days be gloomy and warm….
And all your Christmas’s be Brown.

Cold steel,
Cutting, burning, tearing at the veil of skin…

Skin,
A veil covering our imperfections
Hiding our inner demons
A cloak covering our darkness

Steel slicing through the veil,
Warmth flows out of the darkness
freedom of our sins and imperfections

Cold steel,
Cooling the heat of failure
Quenching the fire of judgement of those surrounding us.