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Grown Up Christmas List.....

Heard this song by Amy Grant today.... can't get it out of my head now.



Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies

Well I'm all grown-up now
And still need help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream

So here's my lifelong wish
My grown-up Christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need

[Chorus:]
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
Everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown-up Christmas list

As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree

Well heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal a hurting human soul

Comments

Ryan W.F. said…
Ur all grown up and u still believe that Santa is real???????
Karen Xavier said…
Ryan, I am not Amy Grant's Lyricist...
Zak said…
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Zak said…
dont get it out of ur head ! it will become empty again!
Ryan W.F. said…
ohh dont worry, its ok to belive in imaginary things.
A very famous Jewish boy Kyle Broflovski once said...
"I... Um... because I think... they are real. It's all real. Think about it. Haven't Luke Skywalker and Santa Claus affected your lives more than most real people in this room? I mean, whether Jesus is real or not, he... he's had a bigger impact on the world than any of us have. And the same could be said of Bugs Bunny and, a-and Superman and Harry Potter. They've changed my life, changed the way I act on the Earth. Doesn't that make them kind of "real." They might be imaginary, but, but they're more important than most of us here. And they're all gonna be around long after we're dead. So in a way, those things are more realer than any of us."
Appletini said…
Awww! Wouldn't it be nice to have THAT Christmas list granted :)

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