Packages and Bows

 As children we believe the grandest sight to see was something lovely wrapped beneath a tree... (My Grown Up Christmas List--Kelly Clarkson)

What a beautiful Holiday. A day filled with excitement, surprises and many sweets that will certainly make you sick within the hour. There is so much magic. But, despite Christmas being portrayed as picturesque, it is not perfect, I can assure you. 
At 6:45 am this morning, a pillow was catapulted toward my sleeping form. But, despite this advance to wake me up, all my aunt got in response was a grunt from my huddled shape. I was having the most peculiar dream when suddenly I hear someone hiss softly, "Morgan!" I instantly bolt up and what are my first words? 
"Holy Crap! It's Christmas!" 
So, maybe not a graceful way to wake up. But, the rest of the day went on pleasantly. Nothing screams Christmas like the soft glow of lights on the Christmas tree that was shedding its fake needles. The gifts were arranged in a pretty manner, and my brother automatically claimed "Gift Giver". Everyone was groggy, but soon enough, some sobered quicker than others when the gift wrapping was being torn and tossed over shoulders. I smiled to myself as my siblings, mother, aunt, and uncle opened their gifts and recited the same awe or wonder on their faces each time something was revealed. It was a very lovely morning. 
If there is one thing that I realized today, it was the gift of giving. Perhaps many wouldn't considered giving to be a "gift", but it is something that I found to be rewarding. I also realized that giving doesn't necessarily have to solely focus on the giving of gifts. Giving your time, giving of your possessions, giving of yourself and heart. If we all took the time to give something to others, whether it be a smile or a lending ear, then I believe that many people will find that happiness is quite tangible. I myself am not perfect in this, and fall into selfishness often, but I truly want to do something for someone else. Charity is, after all, pure love and selflessness. I hope that I may obtain that and bring light into others... and maybe myself as well. 

An Introduction of Sorts...

But if you can still remember, stop and think of me . . . (Phantom of the Opera--Think of me)

           

Those are the lyrics that I know dearly to my heart. They used to play in my mind over and over when I was twelve years old. I would imagine that I was thee Christine Daae, singing my heart out to the world pleading to never be forgotten. Think of me! I would sing, secretly hoping that someone was really thinking of me, that someone would still care, even when I’m old and gray. And maybe, with this blog of mine, I can share all of my thoughts about life, High School, books, music etc. and someone may take the time and read through it carefully. Maybe they won't post anything, or maybe they will just glance through it... but in the end, someone may stop and think of me.