Dear Mom…

The song says everything I can’t say without fear of you/Dad punishing me.

My *Wonderful* Mother

I just got home from the dentist, everything’s going good, at least I have no oral diseases. But I do have a cavity, a tiny one on the last tooth my dentist checked. My dentist looks like a knock-off guido, not that it matters, just thought that I’d throw that in there, Anyway, well Mom’s not happy. She seems to think that I enjoy spending money because I “can’t rush my teeth right.” Obviously she doesn’t know me. I absolutely, positively hate making my father spend extra money on me. I hate being a burden on somebody. And sometimes I feel like I’m just that, especially at that moment. Sometimes, a lot of times, my mom just makes situations so much worse than they already are. As if I didn’t feel bad already…

Unleashed by Nancy Holder and Debbie Viguie

Away In A Manger

Jesús en pesebre, sin cuna, nació;

Su tierna cabeza en heno durmió.

Los astros, brillando, prestaban su luz

al niño dormido, pequeño Jesús.

Los bueyes bramaron y Él despertó,

mas Cristo fue bueno y nunca lloró.

Te amo, oh Cristo, y mírame, sí,

aquí en mi cuna, pensando en ti.

Te pido, Jesús, que me guardes a mí,

amándome siempre, como te amo a ti.

A todos los niños da tu bendición,

y haznos más dignos de tu gran mansión.