So i'm feeling a bit melancholic tonight, and I'm listening to my stations' cue speaker, playing the Christmas songs I love so much. And tonight, I begin crying when I hear this song:

Remember last Christmas Eve
When we sat next to our first tree
Ornaments reflected light
Of a candle in the night

And I gave you a music box
Back then that seemed like so much
We watched it go round and round
As the melodies unwound

But all these things are now long gone
And not to be wished upon again

But the musical box continues to turn
The candle in the window continues to burn
But I know they're just memories
Like Christmas past and you and me

Remember that old fireplace
That held the room in warm embrace
And as we watched for Christmas ghosts
The fire held the shadows close

But now upon that Christmas scene
The candle wax of melted dreams
And ornaments of shattered glass
Now belonging to the past

But all these things are now long gone
And not to be wished upon again

But the musical box continues to turn
The candle in the window continues to burn
But I know they're just memories
Like Christmas past and you and me.

The song is called "The Music Box" and its on the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's 1998 Christmas release, "The Christmas Attic." I realize that it is the sad story of a couple that is no long a couple, but for me, I just put out a music box that I bought for my wife, and couldn't bring myself to winding it up.

Nothing much else is going on today, but I had a really good laugh at Jenn's blog about her day at the Post Office.

I'm taking the time, carefully, to rebuilding the setting for my Kincaide villages, something more permanent. It is not a simple affair, I feel like I am set building again. Pictures to come.

I can't believe how close Christmas is to us. I really haven't felt the joy I should, even after decorating. I'm going to spent some serious time in the Word tonight, and let God speak to me about this. And I need some inspiration for my meeting Thursday night anyway.

Au revoir!



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