Silent Night

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In hindsight, it makes sense that you chose the coldest

day of December. You always said that the sun's heat

wouldn't fix the cold you felt.

What I don't understand

is why you chose this day, of all

days, and

of all times,

when the roads were icy and

the powder was still fresh and

the streetlights were glowing and

your parents were too busy loving each other to love you and

you could hear the voices of those singing praise to a baby

that grew up to die

kind of the same way you did - voluntarily,

and hanging from wood, and you both believed

you were saving the world.

I'm not sure if He accomplished that, but

I'm positive that you didn't.

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