fairytale of new york

Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

The days are flying by in visions of bows and gold wrap. I am done writing for the time being, and beers are warming me against the cold. I want to buy the most perfect presents for all those I hold the dearest. I've taken to walking alone at night just fine. I sometimes forget for a full twenty-four hours. I want to go ice skating and build snowmen and have a tobogganing race. I want to watch Winona Ryder and Ethan Hawke fall in love all over again and I want to sing along to that other Lisa. And I hope this happiness lasts because I like the way I'm feeling.